Thanks to all for your lovely birthday wishes. I had a wonderfully sweet day with my nearest and dearest.
We’d originally planned a family picnic day outside the metro area but plans were scratched on waking to a grey and drizzly morning. Not to worry. The sun did shine right about lunch time so we packed the food and high tailed it to a local beach.
We had great food…
and of course one of us just couldn’t help himself.
My favourite gifts were the homemade ones…
E. chose to colour in this picture as a hug to me. When I made his crochet blanket I told him there was a hug in every stitch, whenever he was wrapped in the blanket he was being hugged by me. Same goes for this picture – when ever I see it I’m getting a hug from E. On hearing this my heart swelled so big I thought it was going to burst through my chest.
There were handmade cards, flowers and foliaged picked from the garden and socks wrapped in half metres of fabric the children had chosen themselves.
And of course a birthday cake…
…a baked strawberry cheesecake.
I wrote earlier today that I am privileged and this special day highlighted to me just how much.
There is no greater privilege than being loved by my mob. How sweet it is.