We are getting ready to have a yard sale this weekend, and when sorting through some boxes of things I found a bunch of scribbled notes and drawings from my children. What can I say, it moves me to tears every time I go through that box! Some of them are almost 12 years old now, but oh how I cherish those little notes and drawings and so glad I saved each and every one!
Today my children were outside squealing because the first little mayflowers and dandelions are poking up through the dirt. I watched them in the window scurry to pick them as fast at they could and run to the door to give them to me.
“Here mommy just for you!” as I grab the handful from a dirty, sweaty little hand. “They aren’t roses but they smell just like them! Don’t they?”
And you know its amazing, each time I receive this gift from my sweet ones hands, multiple times a day sometimes, I have to agree. They do smell just like roses.
No, as a matter of fact, they smell even better.
It truly is one of the finer things in life.
And I am grateful for every little fistful of them!
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I’m enjoying perpetual “rose boquets” on my dining room table lately, too.
Thanks for sharing!
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