This morning, as we were getting ready to leave the house I was struggling with my crutches, handbag, letters to post, doorkeys etc.
I said, mainly to myself "oh, I'm fed-up with this". DS said "Sorry Mummy", but I said, "Not you love, just fed-up with how I am". And he said
"Don't be fed-up with how you are mummy, because you're beautiful"
It's made me cry again just typing it out.