The last time I bought a card, I thought to myself: how much more would I prefer a card made by the Girl, as opposed to Hallmark, or whomever? Then, I thought: I’m sure anyone would prefer a card showing a portrait of themselves, with a portrait of the Girl along side, with a couple of faeries hovering about for good measure. Wouldn’t you?
Faeries add that little extra something. Even I think so. It’s from my days of reading Enid Blyton faerie stories, and now the Girl comes to them through Disney. Well, it’s the destination that counts, not the route. Am I right?
Here she is making her Mum a card, while spending time at MY mum’s – her Nana – this weekend. I think The Girl has come around to the idea that Nanas are mum’s too. And she got a nice Mother’s Day lunch out of it.
I expect faeries on my card, too. Which is way awesome.
Rob, I really enjoy reading your blog. Thanks for letting the rest of us see some of these sweet memories that you’re keeping for your daughter.
Well, thanks for reading. When the Girl looks back on this, in whatever form it will take, not only will she see where my head was at while I was doing my part to raise her, but she’ll also see how supportive my readers (and good friends) were as I was doing it.
Thanks again!
I get my daughter to make all the cards, it saves me time and money! No fairies, though; her brother informed me emphatically a couple of days ago that “Kate doesn’t like fairies any more, Mama.”
I think you can get away with not liking faeries anymore. I think the trouble starts when you say you don’t believe in them.