Mothers day has come and gone, and I am just now posting this. Oh well.
My son, is probably the sweetest most thoughtful 8 year old I have ever met. Really and truly.
This is my gift from him. He went and picked out the beads and made me one of the prettiest necklaces I have ever owned. Not bad huh? He took time to pick out beads that I would like, not beads that he liked or he thought I should wear. He had me in mind. And then he lovingly wrapped it up in tissue paper and placed it in a tiny little box that he kept hidden in his bedroom.
The look on his face was enough to melt this cold, cold heart of mine when he gave it to me. Goddess I love that child. I love him so much it takes my breath away. He was so proud of his creation. And his eyes lit up when I opened it and he could see how much I loved it.
My husband got me a white bathrobe. He didn't like my old one. I did. And he cooked me a yummy dinner. Which is always nice,