This weekend my son kept bringing me flowers for my hair. First it was a dandelion. Then it was a little sprig of bridalwreath. Finally he found some tiny purple flowers growing in the yard and he brought them to replace the other selections saying they were the most special flowers of all and, therefore, were for me.
I spent the day feeling mighty special. Nothing sweeter than getting flowers for your hair from a handsome boy.
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