Love the handmade Mother’s Day gifts from the kids. I love that Mia planted 2 little marigolds in a cup covered with foam hearts at school. I remember making gifts like this too when I was a kid. And I love that Claudine’s people drawings now have life-like proportions (a torso, a waist) and accessories (short, puffed sleeves and nail polish bling on the fingers, though the number of fingers on each hand seem to have multiplied).
Mother’s Day. Now that the Flea has been moved from Sundays to Saturdays and Mark doesn’t have to work anymore for Mother’s Day brunch, we get to have that holiday back. We have nothing planned, however, and I’ve been supremely lazy the last couple of days. I’m not going to wax deep words like I did last year on Mother’s Day. These days it’s fairly simple. I feel equal parts exasperation and equal parts Hearts in My Eyes when it comes to the girls. It’s the little things that make the day. A simple, absent-minded reach for my hand when we’re walking down the street; a pat, a lean with encircled arms and a squee as one of the girls walk by while I’m on the couch working. This is the stuff I try to focus on.