Last Spring, my son ran up to me outside with a small yellow flower in his grip. He had a huge smile as he thrust his hand in my face. Though it was just a dandelion he realized, at the age of 2, that flowers make me extremely happy.
Last Spring, my son ran up to me outside with a small yellow flower in his grip. He had a huge smile as he thrust his hand in my face. Though it was just a dandelion he realized, at the age of 2, that flowers make me extremely happy.