My baby picked a flower for me today. It was a sort of pathetic looking clover, and he plucked it right of with most of its stem, looked at me with his big blue eyes and grinned, and held the flower out towards me. "Thank you baby" I said. "I'll keep it forever."
It is currently being pressed beneath a stack of Hubby's books. I think I'll make a bookmark out of it.
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