A parcel arrived this week. It was expected – Daughter had planned to give me a gift for Mothering Sunday as we were due to visit a few days later, but we didn’t make it because that was the week the world went mad. She was going to wait until we got together but decided that it had been long enough – she’d post it. Inside the box were some edible treats, a promise of afternoon tea, and a book. This book. A book that had me crying in no time, and laughing too. I’m feeling touched, proud and very, very loved.
There were so many more pages filled with lovely comments and memories but here are a few of my favourites: