This wall hanging used to be in my room when I was small. I can remember it clearly and how happy it made me feel. Somehow despite the many moves and houses we lived in, I found it again when D was born and hung it over his cot. It still hangs in his bedroom. I wish I knew where it came from and who gave it to my mother. It is such a happy picture, isn’t it? Its not the children’s faces so much as the bright, beautiful colours of their clothes and the balloons. Happy Monday everyone!
I started blogging after the birth of my first child. Since I stopped working, I realise I am defined far more by my relationships than by what I do. So, I am: wife, mother, daughter, sister, friend. View all posts by Amy