Knitting. Such a precious thing to have time to sit and just be, in peace and quiet. I’m a busy working mother of three. I’m exhausted. This time for myself was a precious gift.

Going for a walk outside with Elora. She is divine. She’s growing up so quickly. I like to drink her in and enjoy these fleeting moments of her toddlerhood. Realizing she is no longer a baby took me aback for a brief moment; now I am enjoying her leap forward in life and grow and develop. She has a great sense of humor and she’s a clever little duck.

Kisses with my old girl, d’Artagnan. I wondered if she’ll be around next mothers day, and I hugged her and gave her extra pats and scratches.

Lunch. Yesterday’s minestrone. So very delicious.

Just hanging out with the cows, looking at how much Bessie has grown, and wondering how cows feel when it’s so cold and wet. Cold and wet, I presume.

Loving where we live, and not wanting to be anywhere else but here.

Bath with the baby. I mean, ‘toddler!’

The children gave me some nice gifts, including owls. Monte gave me a cool present but I’m going to write about that later. It’s something to do with cooking and it’s something I’m keen to try and then share about it.

I haven’t included the lounge room that was so nicely tidied by Georgia and Matthew. Nor do I have a photo of Georgia and Matt playing so nicely together, giggling quietly and chatting about their game. I have a photo of monte shovelling cow poo but otherwise I don’t have a photo of him being so lovely all day.

I don’t have a photo of me going a bit mental over messy rooms and children refusing to clean up. There’s no photo of me feeling tired and exasperated, like any other mother. I fell asleep on the couch before dinner. I hope there’s no photo of that.

Well, happy mothers day to all you mums out there. Especially my darling Nana in heaven. And my mum, of course.