Mother’s day

For me, as probably many other mom's, the most emotions filled day of the year is the Mother's day. My heart melts, as the whispering and secrecy of preparations start among my little tribu, un-announced trips to the rooms, forbids to look into cupboards and non-chalant questions as "mom, what's your favorite cake by the way? I'm just asking like that you know?"❤ And the morning of the D-day, when the littlest ones climb on my bed, without knowing really the trims yet, and the elder ones hushing them to join them in the hall way. And the Grand entry wing their arms full of self-made cards, bracelets, key chains and poems, which always fill my eyes with tears. The look in the eyes, as they observe my reactions and level of joy, which -to my very best- try to always exceed their excpetations. It is really probably one of the most love packed moments in our year and daily lives. I really feel gratefule, proud and blessed for having four beautiful souls to raise. And I do send a silent recognition of my richeness everyday to the universe. After a delicious piece of "Tarte à au Citron à la merengue" and our weekly tennis lessons, we pack our car and head again towards the French coast to celebrate the long weekend ahead and the Schuman day. We make a stop in De Panne, and to my childrens great surpise, offer the finally the long-awaited ride on the beavh promenade with the Cuistaxes along with a stop at the ice cream parlour. The joy is tangible and well-worth the 6 eur investment!
In the evening we arrive to the quaint little village of Wissant close to Calais. It's street mapping makes me smile everytime, as we try to navigate in the narrow street with our 7-seater. Our appartment is by the sea, and kids are extatic in finding each their corner in the new home away. The day takes its end with a very authentic meal in the local brasserie, while listening to the fisher men (look-a-likes) chat over their beers next table. The few days we spend in the coast started with a beautiful trek on the coast, enjoying the impressive land marks of the area, th nez-blanc and nez-gris rocks or falaises as the French say. We spent the afternoon in the near by village of Wimereux, and discovered even a flee market on another village on our day of departure. Our children really love the French way of living, the precious stone hunts and castle building on the beach, French kichen with the mussles and cheeses, but also the rare treat of watching all together cuddleded in the sofa the French documentary television series, such as on adopted animals or..famille nombreuse (big family). Monday evening, a tired, a bit sun burned happy bunch returned home, keeping their promises and finishing their homework. As for me and my husband, we always conclude it is one hell of a hassle to plan, prepare and leave, but it's fortunately most often worth it!