It’s Saturday morning and we all slept late. You, always the last to wake up every morning, was even the first one who woke up first. We had a late breakfast and then I started to do the house chores.

I was walking around, carrying some laundry, put it down the sofa, then I pulled up my hair with my hand, trying to remember what I was planning to do next. Then you spoke up;

Mommy, you look soooo beautiful!

You said it with so much awe in your eyes and you looked beaming with pride that I almost felt embarrassed, feeling I don’t deserve such a compliment. Especially since I haven’t even washed my face yet nor had I even brushed my hair.

Thank you my dearest. I am ever grateful for you.