A Bouquet for Mommy

It can't get much sweeter than this. Connor, Nanny and I were sitting on the back patio enjoying some good weather . . . and some peace and quiet before Daddy came home from his trip. Connor decided to start picking blades of grass. As he picked each blade of grass, he would walk across the patio and put it in my hand. One single blade of grass at a time. Sometimes, he would pick a blade so tiny there was no way I could add it to the pile. Pretty soon, I had a little grass bouquet. He took many, many little steps between the edge of the patio and where I was sitting to make my bouquet.