Yesterday’s post made me think about my blessings and, without wishing you all to lightly vomit, they are legion.
Top of the list this week has to be this gorgeous dotty apron which my daughter made for my birthday. She had the help of a talented (and wonderful – thanks Mum!) Gran and it was her very first sewing machine project.
To say I was overwhelmed when I opened the parcel would be an understatement. I won’t lie to you, dear reader; tears were shed. How could it be that my baby girl* could’ve executed a surprise present so perfect? How? My mind, it boggleth. My heart, it squeezes with joy. Seriously; how did I get this lucky?
[Thanks to Mum for the photo, too. Read more about the fabulous apron-project on her craft-filled blog The Turtle Moves]
* Anybody who wishes to point out that my baby girl is now eleven years old is perfectly at liberty to do so. I have my fingers in my ears.
2 responses to “Speaking of lucky…”
She’s still a baby, though. How awesome is that? Lovely, lovely, lovely. Brought a little lump to my throat and a moistness to even my cynical and normally arrid eyeballs…
Mmmm… Arid eyeballs. Thanks, Matthew! x