The kids have been so sweet these past couple of weeks, talking of secret Mother's Day cards and presents. And their delight yesterday morning when I opened their handiwork and they recited their poems, well, that was as big a gift as the cards and crafts themselves.
But even more of a gift is the things they say spontaneously, even on days when they get in trouble or grumble about my too-bad-that's-life stance on one thing or another.
- Mummy you're my pwincess!
- You're the best mummy I ever knowed!
- You're the best mummy in the world!
- When I'm big I'm going to be a pilot, and then when you're going on a plane to Australia, it's going to be me flying it! I'm going to fly you to Australia!
I'm so lucky to have such lovely, loving boys.
The big metal thing is from C, a meat grinder so I no longer have to smash chicken bones by hand for Quincy. Because yes, my thoughts on processed foods extend to the cat. (Please don't roll your eyes too much.)
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