Mother's Day

Today is Mothering Sunday and it’s been a corker of a day.  The first treat came a few days ago when a delivery man dropped off a beautiful bouquet of tulips for me which Mark had organised and a Mother’s Day card from Alby he made at nursery.

I confess the boys didn’t deliver the most promising of starts this morning with Percy waking me at 4am so he could go outside for a comfort break and then Alby putting aside any suggestion of a Sunday lie in by waking up at 6:30am, but a phone call from Mark and long morning nap from Alby giving me some free time soon got us back on track and it was giggles and snuggles from there on in.

Mark phoning this morning was certainly the icing on the cake.  I confess that even silly holidays like today which have long since had their original meaning boycotted by Clinton Cards have a slightly sour taste to them when Mark isn’t here.  I guess it’s just because holidays are all so focused on families but I feel his absence more. Getting to talk to him was just lovely (although I’m not entirely sure if “talking to” is the correct phrase and it’s more a case of me speaking at him for twenty minutes as a combination of excitement and a desire to cram a weeks worth of news into just one conversation leads to a strong dose of verbal diarrhoea by me). 

Ho hum, whilst I didn’t get my hubbie I ensured plenty of Beebe love by heading over to his parents for lunch (and to drop off a card and gift for his mum).  Despite being grey and freezing outside we took the boys to a little park down the road.  Littleheath Community Park is set up specifically for toddlers and Alby thought it was brilliant. Today’s playtime was cut short by my fingers turning blue but I’ve already got images in my mind of Alby and Mark running around it in the summer.

And finally Alby spoilt me by not falling asleep in the car.  Instead the two of us snuggled down for a two hour nap in the afternoon – utter bliss and seriously needed after a busy week and manic few days.  Percy asleep on his bed across the room completed the picture. 

With Father’s Day a couple of months away I’m going to be hard pressed to ensure Mark gets as lovely a day but to be honest my concern is more for him than for me.  Mark has totally out done himself this year remembering and marking every holiday with flowers or a gift – he has set himself a very high standard to follow, bless him.