Mother’s Day

With my beautiful, caring, generous mother in 1975.

Up until yesterday, I had absolutely no idea Mother’s Day was this weekend. How did it creep up so quickly this year?

Maybe this was keeping me preoccupied earlier in the week…

Tummy trouble for poor Wito. Very early on Wednesday morning, after a brutal couple of hours with the red bucket, he looked at me with his glassy eyes and said, “I know I’m a big boy and that I don’t do this anymore (it’s been months and months), but may I please suck my thumb?”

Oh, my heart.

I hope everyone has a wonderful and relaxing Mother’s Day weekend. I know I can’t wait to bask in the extra kisses and snuggles from the two little ones who have made the past five years truly delightful, red bucket and all.