Thankfulness of All Sorts

This weekend, we decided to come to my parents' house for a visit. Yesterday was my birthday, and J's too. Our generous, thoughtful daughter asked her grandparents to take her shopping so she could get presents for us, and they kindly agreed. She picked out a lovely watch for me ("because Mommy is always looking for clocks when we're out somewhere" - too true, I haven't had a watch in yonks), and a notebook/carrying case for J. She also picked out some cards, a cake, and a pink rose for me. And this morning, she got up early with Daddy and Poppy to make breakfast in bed for me and Nanny. We mainly decided to visit for the weekend so that L could be here to celebrate Mother's Day with Nanny (and also so we could get out on our own for a bit to celebrate our own birthday, which we did at a fantastic Indian restaurant) and I'm glad we did.

I realized something important yesterday (in addition to how sweet and thoughtful my little girl is turning out to be). Namely, that someone whose pregnancy is making her hormonal and extremely emotional should never attempt to watch the coverage of Canadian veterans celebrating the 65th anniversary of VE Day in Holland. On a good day, remembrance services choke me up - this one, with all the accompanying tales told by the dwindling number of vets, made me dissolve completely.