It's the Thought that Counts!

It was a busy morning. Too busy for me to get in the shower. Well, that's pretty much every morning. For some reason, I put off the shower until I have to, unless we're going somewhere. Which means I'm usually surprised, make that mortified, when unexpected visitors show up. The poor UPS guy. But that's another post.

On the morning in question, I had dressed the girls and sent them outside to play. I was doing chores when I heard two little soprano voices yelling, "Mommy, we picked you some flowers!" These bouquets often consist of a raggly-taggly bunch of wildflowers, with the clods of dirt still hanging precariously from their roots. So I pasted a thankful smile on my face and mentally searched for an appropriate container to put them in water. I looked and the door and gasped in horror.

These are the flowers they picked.

That's right. NOT wildflowers. These are groomed, very meticulously I might add, in the backyard adjacent to our backyard. I often see the elderly woman out weeding, pruning and basically loving these plants. She even covers them at the threat of frost!

But my daughters loved me so much, they thrust their little hands through her chain-link fence and picked me a flower. It makes my heart melt.

But we did discuss boundaries that day.

And I'm still waiting for the knock on my door from that little old lady.