My beautiful boy came walking in the door, complete with a sheepish grin and sparkling eyes, with a handfull of these "flowers". He calls them sunflowers and I just don't have the heart to break the news to him that they are actually weeds.He was so pleased with himself, and told me they are a present for Mother's Day. How the heck did I get here? Having a five-year-old heart breaker? It was yesterday hubby and I decided to start our family and now we are a family of 5--complete with 3 little humans that light up our life; with a five year old that expresses love, kindness, and appreciation to his loved ones almost daily.
These weeds remind me not to lose my mind, to pull patience from deep inside when I feel like I have none, and to take pleasure in the simple gestures, the simple things that get sprinkled into our days between the chaos of life.
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