Right this minute in time I am not feeling all that great. I have constant butterflies in my tummy and I am having trouble eating and sleeping and concentrating.

On Monday my Dad is having heart surgery. I know its for the best. I know its routine surgery. I know its a small amount of time and then he'll have years of healthy, happy times across the road from us.

But he's my Dad and I adore him and it kills me to think of someone I love so very much in such agony. I can't stop myself from thinking about the details.

So this weekend I am squeezing these girlies and their Dad tightly and often. I am taking lots of pictures of them to take to my Dad in hospital. I am trying to be positive and normal.

We'll celebrate Mothers' Day with a bonfire and a quiet day at home and I'll be thinking of my Mum sitting by my Dad's hospital bed as he checks in and does all his tests.

I know it is officially Mothers' Day weekend here but why don't you give your Dad or the Dad of your kids an extra big cuddle. Dad's are pretty awesome.

xx