One for the ladies. Boys, you are most welcome. All: keep an open mind.
It's Mothering Sunday, March 30th 2014. I'm sat in a room with four mothers, the eldest of whom is one of the greatest mother figures I've ever personally known. She's 94.5 years of age, and beside her sits her daughter, and beside that daughter sits that daughter's daughter, and beside that daughter sits that daughter's daughter, and on that daughter's lap sits that daughter's 4 month old daughter, cooing and clutching at her Great Great Grandmother's arm. Yep, I'm describing to you 5 living generations of one family. My own family. My niece, my sister, my mum, my Nanna, & my great Nana sat up in her bed, the metaphorical throne of this wonderful little family tree. What a poignant and heart-warming moment. I wanted to freeze time for a good long while, and just sit and watch them hold each other's hands, share stories and laughter, and sadly, but not regretfully, tears. It was sorta surreal. And so I did - I took this. 5 hands