Ella tip-toed in about twenty minutes later and crept around to Husband's side of the bed to whisper things. I pretended I was still asleep. I even snored. Everyone crept out like members of a secret society, and closed the door.
I rolled over, snuggled my face into the pillow and smiled.
Lovely mother's day morning.
There were cards and notes and paper crafts galore, including the portrait (above) by Ella.
My goodness. I have a daughter. And a son. How did I become old enough to be a mother? I wonder if my mother felt this way when I was young. Before I lost her almost twenty years ago; far too soon.
Every Mother's Day, I light a candle for my mum, and I remember the poem she once handed me on a small card... a poem I read at our wedding in her honour, and a card I look to every year - on the day when we honour all mums.
Have a beautiful day, mums everywhere.
it is the source of power.
it is the secret of perpetual youth.
it is a God-given privilege.
it is the road to happiness.
Take time to laugh...
it is the music of the soul.
it is too short a day to be selfish.
Take time to work...
it is the price of success.
it is what the future is made of.
3 comments:
That's beautiful, Tania...enjoy your day!
Loving the shrek ears on the portrait....happy mothers day!!!!
I know! I thought those ears looked familiar... I'm a Stevie Nicks Shrek! (I'm so not Stevie Nicks - Shrek maybe, but I'm taking the illustrator up on the Stevie Nicks thing...)
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