And he came back with these. Picked carefully and held in his little-boy hand just so, these dandelions - to me - were anything but weeds.
And then he went to color, spread out with ease that can only be truly found on a weekend morning.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
A beautiful bouquet
Rye went to get the newspaper from the driveway for me one morning this weekend.
And he came back with these. Picked carefully and held in his little-boy hand just so, these dandelions - to me - were anything but weeds.
And then he went to color, spread out with ease that can only be truly found on a weekend morning.
And he came back with these. Picked carefully and held in his little-boy hand just so, these dandelions - to me - were anything but weeds.
And then he went to color, spread out with ease that can only be truly found on a weekend morning.
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4 comments:
Cool. I remember picking a dandelion bouquet for Daddy once.
That is precious and adorable.
i remember you doing this for me too...oh so long ago. precious little things you will always remember and cherish
How sweet post!! I just love those yellow flowers... He is so cute!!
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