Last evening we were enjoying the warm evening on the porch swing. Andy toddled off the porch over to Meme's budding flowers. Amidst the shoots were hundreds of lovely little purple flowers that I'm certain fall into the "weed" category. He spent ten minute poring over them and then plucked one blossom and ran excitedly back over to me. He said, "Take!" and put the purple flower in my hand, then said, "Flower." And smiled.
And my heart melted. For the first time my son gave me a flower. I hugged him, kissed him, and thanked him.
Five minutes later he took it back and ran off with it.
I need to record these things before they disappear.
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