This is just a quick post to say that it is wonderful to be in springtime. It is wonderful to have a three year old boy who knows his mama likes flowers. And so whether it is the blossoms off the tree in the front yard or copious amounts of dandelions, my kitchen window sill is lined with a never ending supply of fresh flowers stuck in assorted tiny containers.
I think I've fallen head over heels for that little boy all over again. As a mama I fail him every day. I never play with him enough, and I'm rarely energetic enough to keep up with him. But he still brings me flowers. And he still tells me he loves me. I'm a blessed mama indeed.