I think what I adore most about Mother's Day is that there always seems to be an ample supply of love translated through drawings, words, bean plants, handpainted ceramics, and the like. And I am so warmed by all the levels of artistic development in our little brood from scribbles to skilled. I want for nothing.
Mom, I made you this clutch bag, Happy Mother's Day! Sorry you're not clutching it right now, but you know how good I am with timing and mailing. Your love of every scribble, every humble piece of pottery and each and every misspelled, handmade card I ever gave you inspired me more than you can know.
Whether you receive or whether you give motherly love, I'm wishing you blessings today!
xoAnna