A super-quickie post today as I am on official exam taxi service duty with a fairly frantic schedule and extremely stressed customers.
My Small Girl made my day by handing me, for the first time, a little note of her own composition. Many years ago, I framed a note that Teenage Son gave me. A couple of years later I stuck a note from his little sister into the same frame. The third note followed about six years ago and now, finally, I have the complete set. One of the many reasons I love these notes, in this frame, is that they all have a bonus on the reverse side.
From youngest up:
Small Girl: I love you Mum.
The girl is succinct, accurate and cleverly references our shared appreciation of good shoes.
Middle Daughter: Mommy you are the best Mammy in the world.
Reverse: lovely illustration of Mammy and girl in a heart.
A complete sweetheart who knows how to fit a world of love into one perfect sentence.
Teenage Daughter: I love you (with garden scene and bird in the sky).
Reverse: To mama, I had a lovey day. ps there is a pachr (picture) on the back
My kind, appreciative girl who has been artistically inclined from the beginning.
Teenage Son: Opin (open, the note was folded)
Top Sucrt (secret).
Tod Toyday Tod oay
I say taic (thank) yo
yu for letine (letting) me sleep wit you.
Reverse:Form (from) Mar
I love you Mammy. (accompanied by his habitually armless people)
This boy just came home from English, Paper One. He is, honestly, one of the smartest people I know. I just have to hope his examiner can see what I see.
Does that explain why my nerves are shredded?