Soft breathing on my cheek, whispers of Happy Mothers Day Mummy. A sleep in. I wake to cuddles and kisses and beautiful beautiful art works. Cards made by little hands. Pictures drawn just for me. Poems written about how I am loved. Kisses again. Presents picked by little girls. And my man. Pancakes and cuddles.
Where would I be without those who made me a mother. My life is full of laughter because of them. They teach me so much. They love me so much. Almost as much as I love them...but I am not sure it is possible to love anyone more than I love those girls, and the man who gave me those girls.
I am so lucky.
