The most precious thing, although gratefully received was not the cup of tea brought to me in bed.
It was not the selection of home made gifts including a candle and a puzzle.
It was not the vase of daffodils picked for me.
Neither was it the awesome cards I was presented with, although they both made me all teary at the gorgeous words inside them.
It was not Davies' fab poem, I particularly liked the disclaimed about it not being Pam Ayres.
Nope. It was the simple fact that celebrating Mothers Day at all is only happening because I am a mother to these two fantastic, amazing, inspiring, creative, funny, adventurous, caring, loving, happy individuals.