Mother's Day, the bittersweet day. Words can't describe how much joy my three little monkeys bring me most days, but today especially. What fun we've had, baking together, making pompoms and picnicking in the park, then an afternoon in the garden sorting out the leaves and the lawn. "The best mother's day ever," declared Stella over dinner. The best so far, my love.
(These are the first proper drawings my babies have made of me and for me. I'm loving how different I look in each. In reality, my legs certainly don't go up to my neck, nor is my head bigger and rounder than my torso. Bless.)
