Mothers Day had a very real chance of being a memorial instead of a celebration for the kids and I, so this year it’s especially sweet to be able to tell Tracey how much we love her, and to spoil her a bit.
Please forgive the shakey-cam and the blurry-cam and the background noise. We didn’t make this for the Cannes Film Festival, just as a way to give Tracey a very special present. It took less than an hour to film the kids (lost the light while we were doing it), and six hours to edit. She’s worth it, of course, but next year I may just write a note.
Kidding. I love this!
And so will she.
A lot of what she’s getting she’s expecting. While shopping with the kids I got photos sent to my phone with instructions as to which store I would find a certain handbag and top. But we’ve also got a couple of little surprises for her she doesn’t know are coming – and one slightly bigger one she won’t have a clue about.
Best of all, later today our two families are meeting on our balcony for a brunch and it’s going to be lovely. Three generations: nineteen people: five mothers: together breaking bread and laughing and soaking up the fruits of their labours (see what I did there?). I hope you all have as wonderful a time as we intend to.
Happy Mothers Day to all you lovely ladies out there, be you young or old or none-of-my-business. This is your day. But even more importantly, it’s your kids’ day to have the opportunity to make you feel special and to insist you put your feet up and to let you know how goddam much you mean to them. Because nothing says I love you like burnt toast and milky tea, and whatever it was you told your husband to buy you.
Have a great day. I hope you feel loved.
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