I have never been a fan of receiving flowers. I have always said that I’d rather the flower remain on the bush and reproduce. I love that flowers have such important purpose and are so vital to the plant life cycle.
But my boys have started picking me flowers. As much as I love flower reproduction, there is something unbelievably sweet and thoughtful of their recognition of beauty and the desire to share it with me.
I love the gifts of beauty that they give me and will gladly wear them in my hair and adorn my steering wheel and classroom with them. I adore my little men.
