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6 September 2001
Having everyone at the Burrow on Saturday was wonderful, especially since Arthur decided to join us. The children seem supportive about my job, and I hope that with both me and Arthur working, we find time to hold more family dinners like the one on Saturday. I really don't see as much of my children as I would like, and it's a right shame. I wish all of us would make a bit more effort in talking to each other, though I'm sure the children still socialize amongst themselves, but it would be nice to receive an owl from them every once in a while. Now that I think about it, I think only Fred and George remembered me on Mother's Day, and it leads me to wonder just how many birthday cards I'm going to receive next month, as I do like to know that I'm thought of. They don't need to make a huge fuss, that's Arthur's job, and really, he shouldn't make a fuss either. I just like to know I'm thought of by the ones I love.