When I picked Brennan up from school yesterday, he handed me a clump of wilted dandelions he had clenched tightly in his fist.
“I picked ‘em for you Momma,” he said with a wide grin as he gave me a hug and handed me the sad, sad dandelions. The teacher smiled and told me Brennan had picked the flowers during their morning walk. He clutched those dandelions all through the morning, all through lunch, during nap, while eating his snack and while he patiently waited for me in the afternoon. The dandelions were crushed and pretty sad as flowers go, but they were the most beautiful buds I had ever been given. I could not have loved them more.
Sidenote: Take that you horrible, mean, elitist neighborhood association that complained because we may have had a few dandelions littering our lawn! See? Dandelions can be beautiful too.
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