This morning was Mother’s Day in France. I had the sweetest little presents and cards: a necklace, which I wore boldly to church (it was very very large), a beaded ring which I wore daintily on my middle finger (it was very very small) and a bouquet of kisses from my Petit Prince. It went like this:
Bonne fête petite maman!
J’ai ceuilli dans le grand champ
Un bouquet de bisous blancs.
Bisous doux!
Bisous fous!
Un bouquet plein de bisous!
And it meant this:
Happy Mother’s Day, little mama.
I went to the meadow and picked a big bouquet of white kisses.
Sweet kisses!
Ardent kisses!
A bouquet full of kisses.
And here’s the sweetness in action if you don’t mind clicking over. Why can’t I embed a video on my blog? (sob).
A happy, happy Mother’s Day to all of you out there, even if you already celebrated it.
(Even if you’re not a mom).
(Even if you’re not a woman).
Everyone deserves a bouquet of kisses, including you.
How sweet is that…very, very sweet and, equally beautiful in both languages!
HAPPY MOTHER”S DAY!