Beautifully sculpted Italian marble, and what a talent it is to sculpt. I admire those who can sculpt. This is an estate near my home where you can walk the gardens and tour the home.
It was a gloriously sunny morning and while walking through my young daughter said to me, "Mommy is your heart in your tummy?"
"No. It's in your chest. Why? Do you think it is in your tummy?"
"Yup. Mine is."
"What does it feel like?" I inquire, thinking perhaps she feels unwell.
"It's full of blue flowers for you, Mum." (I'm not sure either, but I loved hearing it.)
So as we meandered out of there and back to the car, I thought how lucky I was to have the everyday hidden gifts, much like the handmade rock paperweight and picture frame I was given yesterday for Mother's Day. The everyday gifts of insights, and how my little daughter sees me. How I make her feel. It's worth it's weight in gold.
On another note... :)
I really want this girls wardrobe. My favourite movie (for score and CLOTHES!) but also because it was full of rich chemistry between Ali and Ryan. I still covet that girls wardrobe. Sigh.
Enjoy your week, and wishing you warm sun, hot double stuffed baked potatoes and a good old movie. Rent Love Story and grab a box of tissues. xo