My sweet kid. My sweet, sweet kid.

[Look! I posted yet again in the same week! AHHH! High five to ME!!!]

 

Last night I had a session so I didn't get to see Weston other than in the morning. When I called on my way home, Weston answered the phone and was all excited. He said, "Hi mom!" I said, "What are you doing?" And he said, "FLower pennance"  (which means flower presents, for all you who don't speak Weston.)

Neil explained that they went for a hike at a park and Weston ran ahead and crouched down for a bit in the grass and when Neil caught up to him, Weston had picked the heads off of a few "flowers." And he looked at Neil and said, "mommy flowers?" So he brought them home.

Well that was cute enough. He was already sleeping when I got home at 9.

So this morning I go in to wake him up and he rolls over and smiles soooo big at me. Then he gets to his knees and said: "Yours flowers?"                       (he says YOURS for YOUR...correct pronoun use eludes him on this one.)

These are the blooms...well... they are a bit wilty. ;)

I about cried. His first thought was to see if I'd seen the flowers he got me. That means they really WERE special from him. Sob.

Yes, sappy, I know. But it just really does prove that the thought is what counts. :)