When I was little, I had a set of toy plates for tea parties with my dolls and teddy bears. I don't remember what they looked like or how small they were, and I wouldn't even remember I'd had them if it weren't for the day my mother made us lunch and served both our meals on those tiny plates. I was overwhelmed with love and pride and joy to see that I would be eating my meal from MY dishes and that my mother would be doing so as well. It's one of my favorite memories.
☯ Woman's Work
☯ Woman's Work
Give me that little kiss.
Give me your hand.
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