I noticed Jared and Beren picking flowers on the other side of the farm. I almost drifted towards them, but sensed they were on task.
Beren bounded up with a bouquet of yellow rocket, columbines, ragwort, and a couple stubby pansies. "Happy mother's day!" he exclaimed.
I went to give him a kiss, and he backed away. "Hug?" I asked. I got one, a good long one. It was worth the wait. I could count Beren's hugs on one hand.
I glanced over Beren's shoulder. Jared's eyes were wet, as mine were.
Little one, being your mother has been a joy. What a journey it's been for our tiny family!