As I may have mentioned in my previous wedding anniversary post, my husband and I are rarely ones for grand gestures, or even smaller gestures come to that, for any special days in the calendar year, and with Mother’s Day being one of those very days.
What’s so sweet nowadays though, with the girls now at nursery and at school, there is always something wonderful, handmade, invariably messy and illegible that I’m presented with on a typical Mother’s Day morning.
And this Sunday was no different.
Two brightly coloured cards handed over with beautifully beaming faces, full of pride at their handiwork.
Two beautiful cards from my two beautiful little girls.
Luckily, when they brought them up to me as I dozed in bed they were accompanied by Mikey who had a lovely hot cup of tea to hand me too. He’d even put a sugar in it for me, because he knows this is always how I have it if I’ve been out with the girls the night before.
Which had happened on the Saturday night!
It wasn’t a late one – only midnight, but I definitely knew I’d had a drink or two, so my head was certainly feeling a bit on the fuzzy side.
Mikey was lovely though, and took care of the girls all morning to allow me a wonderful lie in, a couple of hours extra sleep, and the chance to lie back lazily and watch a spot of my favourite TV shows.
At lunchtime, after I’d showered and felt much more human again, we all piled into the car and wended our way into the surrounding Berkshire countryside for a lovely roast beef dinner at Mikey’s dad’s house with some close family friends.
It’s still a little surreal being in their house after losing my lovely Mother in law to the dreaded cancer last year, which now has such a larger than life character missing from it, made especially more noticable on Mother’s Day too, as this would have been a day of celebration for her also.
But we still had a wonderful time.
The girls were on their best behavior and played happily together with their daddy’s old Brio train track and Big Yellow Teapot, while we all chatted and caught up over a fabulous meal (of which I’m afraid to say I had seconds), followed by the most amazing gluten-free Danish apple pudding, made with apples fresh from our friends village garden.
After more chit-chatting over coffee, it was time to head home as Ella was looking a little sleepy and getting restless, though this was a tiny bit fraught when she had a dose of travel sickness on the way. But at least it’s easy to pull over quickly in the countryside!
Once we were home, the dreaded ‘post-Sunday roast’ sleepiness kicked well and truly into action.
Ella fell fast asleep on the sofa, and Mikey dozed lazily whilst catching up with a bit of sport on the TV!
I went upstairs for the obligatory catch up on my social media, armed with a magazine or two, and a cup of tea.
But, I’d hardly made a dent in my lovely new cup of tea when Holly started asking if we could go somewhere. I felt a bit sorry for her, as she was bored
So, as a very last minute thing, the two of us popped on our coats and boots, and went to the local park with her little bike.
The light was slowly fading but it was just enough time to spend a lovely hour or so just the two of us.
So, if you ask me, I don’t think I could really want for any better than all of that.
To me it was a pretty perfect Mother’s Day.
You’ll have to excuse the photos – the fading light and my iPhone didn’t work out so well! xx