Happy Monday, Persephoneers! I hope the week has gotten off to a good start. My week started yesterday, with some lovin’ from my children. They are finally at the age where they get excited about holidays to which they contribute, not only ones for which they receive.
The celebration actually started Friday when I picked my son up. He ran to me, smile huge, announcing “Happy Mother’s Day!” and bearing a gift. It was jar of dirt. Actually, it’s a jar that may or may not eventually sprout lavender.
Which got me thinking of the handmade gifts my brothers and I made for our parents over the years – some of them were better than others. My favorite was a cake that my brother and I decided to bake and decorate for our parents’ anniversary. With red gel decorator’s icing. I *think* the cake tasted okay, but the presentation looked more like something from a crime lab.
What have you created or received from loved ones where “it’s the thought that counts” was the real gift? How’s your week going?