I have gotten flowers on three separate occasions this week. And with those flowers came a kiss.
My sweet, loving 4-year-old boy has been picking dandelions for me every morning. There really is nothing better. The look on his face when he says "Momma, I have something for you," then hands me the smashed dandelions. My little guy, who is turning into a big guy more and more each day. He makes me crave another child, but I know that's not going to happen. My family is complete. Sometimes it's just hard watching them grow.