Today is Mothering Sunday in England.
Let me wish all the new mums in England a wonderful first Mum’s Day!
This morning we had a delicious paleo breakfast of eggs, bacon and avocado with our tea.
In the typical rush fashion of getting the four of us ready for Church,
late fashionably on time.
I do love walking briskly up the road as the church bells beckon us near.
Ronan and Maddox were asked to be in the morning procession,
with Ronan carrying the cross towards the front.
Maddox, in younger brother mode, made some sort of silly face
as he followed up behind.
I was really touched seeing Ronan, my eight year old, pass out all the flower bouquets
to the mums in church today. He is growing up to be such a sweet gentleman.
Its hard to believe that I’ve been a mum for eight years now.
So many friends of mine are having babies and my youngest is nearly six.
I would be lying if I said I did not have baby on the brain.
Children are such a blessing and I cannot imagine life without my boys.
A little shout out also to my mum (aka ‘Nonna’) who gave birth to me thirty years ago
in Oxford, England and paved the way for this expat living abroad.
My mum is spoiled. She gets Mothering Sunday with me
and Mother’s Day with my sister Zoë.
Love you mum.