I have written who knows how many blog post in my head over the past year... and none of them have made it into a post.
Just over the past week I have really felt the pull to get back to blogging.
So here I am putting my thoughts into words.
Here is the story of The Little Fists Full of Flowers.
Yesterday my Littles came running inside, each holding a fist full of flowers.
'Here mom. We picked these for you.'
My heart just melted, like it does so often.
Their choice of flowers were what many chose to call weeds but to them they were the best gift that they could think of to give to... ME.
As I watched them I had the biggest smile on my face.
They are just so amazing.
When the came running inside to show me their gift, I think my smile got even bigger.
I filled a jar with water and placed each hand picked flower into it.
Each flower was very unique and picked with love.
As we drove by a large empty field that evening The Little Man stared out the window in AW.
'LOOK mom. Look at all those flowers we could pick.'
Yes son life is full of flowers you can pick. You just have to have eyes to look for them.
And not only do you need eyes to see them but you need to reach out and grab them.
And when you have them its best to give them away with love.