Motherhood Is Messy

I just opened up the postbox to find a red envelope addressed to my 8 week old son in writing I don't recognise. This means it's a Valentine's card from my mum, to my boy. 

I all but burst into tears. I suddenly remembered how she'd send me and my brother Valentine's cards at school, every year, always written in strange handwriting, and with S.W.A.L.K scrawled on the back. I know I never thought it stupid, especially as I wasn't a real looker back then so for 99% of Valentine's this was the only card I got, but I don't think I ever really appreciated it. I do now. This motherhood thing is just one big emotional roller coaster. Now all I want to do is send Valentine's to my boy, because I am in love with him. Totally and utterly.