*big wide grin*

See, the thing about being a mummy is that you get your very own Instant Fan Club. For seventeen-and-nearly-a-half years, I’ve been greeted by smiles and cuddles and sometimes… ok, most of the time… extra little bods in our bed, listening to the sun coming up.

And it makes life beautiful.

Even when the bodies stay in their own beds and I wake them later with the sunshine streaming in and our chirpy Good Morning Song (I’m thinking I must’ve made it up, it’s rather tuneless and has many variations… good morning to you.. how are you today… it’s time to wake up… and kiss your mummy…. and make a cup of tea..) I get grins and sleepy kisses and heads-nestling-into-my-neck and retelling of dreams from the Littles and *bonjour maman* or *grazie mamma* and heads-hiding-grins-buried-quickly-under-pillows from the Bigs..

and the Littlest Pattering Feet Boy comes sprinting down the hall and body-slams my legs and squeals: “Hi, Mum-m-m-m-m-my.”

And I smile to myself and hug my mummy-ness and whisper, “Thank you,” in my heart.