When I was a little girl, my favorite days were the ones when my mother came to school. For lunch or a class party or a play…I thought she was beautiful & she’d wear her perfume & lipstick & I couldn’t wait to show her off.
She was my mother, only mine, & I was the luckiest girl in the whole world.
On Friday I put on a sundress & lipstick & my magnolia perfume & walked through the preschool doors for a Mother’s Day tea. Harry ran over quietly & squeezed me tight, his lips pressed together in a proud smile, the kind where I know he’s just bursting inside. He led me to a little chair & brought the strawberry he dipped in chocolate pudding just for me & crawled into my lap when I told him it was the best tea party I’d ever attended.
I’m his, only his, & I am still the luckiest girl in the whole world.