Eleven-year-old Niamh gave me a Mother’s day poem on Sunday that I loved more than I can possibly describe. It was written in French, and talked about what kind of flower I would be if I were a flower (an orchid), what kind of emotion I would be if I were an emotion (happiness because I make her happy) and what colour I would be if I were a colour (blue because I like blue).
And then this:
If I could give you anything in the world it would be all my love and a new e-reader because you like to read.
Happy Mother’s Day and I love you so much.
P.S. Sorry for the cheesiness. Madame said we had to copy this layout. But I still want you to have a new e-reader.
This girl is so much like me it is boggling.
Half of this painting was painted by Niamh and the other half by Beatrice. It sure does brighten up a government issue pod.
I’ve never known two children to take after their parents the way Niamh and Beatrice do; Niamh like you and Beatrice like Tony. And they have both inherited the loving kindness that is so much a part of your natures.
Oh Finola. This makes me cry. Thank you for sharing this lovely, precious moment.
that is so so awesome. Mine was underwhelming… not my best day. oh well.