I hate crappy Mother’s Day gifts….one that was bought in panic at a store just cause there HAD to be a purchase made.

The best gifts are those from the heart….hand made, of thought, of importance.

I thought this was easy and told the husband.

He literally broke out in a sweat.  It required thought…that..alone was too hard.

At this point…I just want someone to take my photo.  That way my kids will know what I looked like one day.

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