This is how it started: I was in the kitchen making biscuits (it was a Formula 1 race day). Ben ran in, put his arms up to indicate that I should pick him up, and announced:
"This is your Mother's Day hug!" [big hug]
"This is your Mother's Day kiss!" [sloppy wet kiss]
"This is your Mother's Day back rub!" [back rub]
"This is your Mother's Day cuddle!" [cuddle]
Yeah, life doesn't get much better than that!
Later in the morning we went for a Mother's Day walk, during which Ben addressed everyone we met with a hearty, "Happy Mother's Day!!!" The two school-age boys down the street who were out riding bikes were a little nonplussed by this, but the neighbor woman two doors down was tickled.
Here's a random shot from last week. It was the first warm, sunny day we'd had in awhile, and Ben was trying on last summer's sunglasses before we headed out to a playground. This of course meant that he had to go get his ukulele, for full effect.
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