My daughter bought me flowers. First she carried the whole flower bucket to me in the shop, wanting to give me all of them. The crowd laughed and called her adorable and kind. ♡ And she is. “Flowers for my mamma,” she said as she carefully handed me a bouquet. ♡♡♡

Sadly I really lack vases so I did a DIY vase, and it turned out pretty darn good if I might say so my self!

Throughout childhood our children will bring us the smallest of gifts, some are pebbles on a road, some are broken flower buds pulled up by little hands eager to show off their findings and some are half chewed food, given from a small and chubby hand while a half toothless smile beckons you to try…just a bite…
In that moment a memory is made and stored away – hidden until we need them, until we grasp at them when the children grow too fast, leave home or even leave us…

This memory…I will always have, of that smiling little girl who wanted to give her ‘mamma’ a whole bucket of flowers that she could hardly lift – so she dragged it slowly towards me, her beautiful smile shining for all to see. She did that for me, my Caitiebelle… out of love and devotion… at nearly five years old.