Mother and Child

I'm almost tempted to type nothing and just let you drink from this freshwater spring. I can be a bit embarrassing at times. I can wax lyrical, you know....slightly....no crazily....OTT!! But this picture received today made me well-up when I saw it. I can get a bit emotional. Which is embarrassing for a bloke like me. But isn't it the most wonderful picture????!!! The white wall. The white, flower speckled, bedspread. Hester's white chemise and white petty-coat-like skirt. The dazzling white sunlight reflected in that opulent mirror.....which sits over an even more opulent Indian white shell-inlaid chest-of-drawers, and of course Margot would have to be in white, wouldn't she? I think Hester subconsciously choreographs stuff like this. Not sure she really knows that she's doing it. She can't help herself. There's this innate aesthetic that she carries with her at all times. Her Aura!! She's wonderful. She's beautiful. She's stunning.... and most amazing of all.......she's my daughter!!!!!