Must confess I was not particularly looking forward to Mothers Day.  Was all too conscious that last year we had the special meal (roast lamb of course!) but two sons were away - Stewart off on some gig where he was to be DJ,  and David and family at a little friend's birthday party in at Newcastle (yes, I agree, who on earth would schedule a child's party at lunchtime on Mothers Day??) - so there was just Don and me with son Ross, plus a visitor.  But we had such a nice time.

It pierces my heart to realise that that was to be the last special meal with Ross and that he had only another week to live.

But this year was all very different, and none of those thoughts really surfaced when the weekend actually arrived.

We had got an inflatable canoe, just to test out if we would really start going out onto the lake if we had a chance, so that made for a beautiful Saturday afternoon.



And on Mothers Day itself they surprised me with gifts, and cards and loving messages that I treasure.

Don came out for the day (wheelchair taxi) and we went to lunch at a nice bistro-cum-restaurant nearby, sorry no pix of Don or me, but a happy one of David and Dedra, and Gavin had a great time in the play area.

It was a lovely day.  And Don enjoyed it so much he wants me to book the place again and go out for lunch there on a regular basis.