I always think about my own mother on Mother’s Day. I still miss her. I suppose it would be strange if I didn’t.
My little family dutifully delivered for me despite the fact that it comes hot on the heels of my birthday which is always a big effort. I had a very nice breakfast, flowers and a card and, best of all, I didn’t have to get up at 6.30 to drop herself to the airport as her father kindly did so.
I trust you had a satisfactory day yourself, if you celebrate.
