Firstly, 'Happy Mothers' Day' to all the mums and mothers at heart out there - you know who you are.
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Thank you for all you do, all you have done and all you will do...just in case everyone else forgot to say so yesterday.
Secondly, there was a bit of a barney at our place in the lead up to Mothers' Day, as my husband and I were coming at the whole thing from different angles.
Daddy was missing his biggest baby girl badly and wanted her to drive home from Melbourne for the weekend.
No pressure.
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Meanwhile, I had been having nightmares regarding her death.
He sensed I might be a wee bit anxious about my precious girl being on the road for eight hours when she didn't need to be.
I didn't mention the nightmares, sleeplessness and general anxiety to anyone else, but I can trust you to keep it under your hat, right?
So, while I was on the phone outlining all the reasons Katianna should just stay put and not bother with a long drive up a dangerous highway in her tiny Mini, such as getting her assignments done, socialising with friends at the student residence and our very boring existence here, my husband was having his own conversations - saying goodness knows what - but seeming very excited and confident about her coming home for the weekend each time he'd spoken to her.
Obviously, being a completely grown-up and independent young woman of nineteen, she made her own decision and hit the road to come home.
This prompted a whole new bought of preparations for me.
Strangely, while three months ago I would have been asking my eldest to clean the bathroom and help tidy the place up for visitors, I now found myself running around like a maniac trying to make sure the house looked fabulous for her because she was my visitor.
I literally still have two splinters in my hand after hanging off a dead branch on our palm tree because it looked messy and wasn't falling off soon enough for my liking.
I'm pretty sure Katianna has never noticed that tree, or even the garden in general, but we all do silly things don't we?
Crazy for my family.