My First Flower

On Saturday, the four of us went to the 3rd birthday party of Jacob's friend, Victor. After a couple of hours, most of the guests were gone, and we were the only ones there not related to the birthday boy. But, since Victor is the son of Jeff's longtime best friend, Brian, we didn't feel out of place at all. Jacob, Victor, Alex, and Victor's cousins were still having a blast playing together outside, and Jeff & Brian were tossing a Sponge Bob Square Pants squishy football back & forth.

I was playing tag with Jacob and Victor's 6 1/2 year old cousin (who can run like the wind). If I were to forget about the multiple times I raced in laps through the front and back yards, my quads would be able to remind me today.
As I was taking a breather in the front yard, Jacob was running through the back. A few moments later, he came running up to me, holding out a yellow dandelion.

Jacob: "Here you doh, Mommy. I dot dis for you. Is it a bootiful flower?"

Yes, it was. He was grinning ear to ear as I hugged him and planted kisses on his cheeks. And I thanked him profusely for being such a sweet boy to pick it for me.

Technically, he has given me a flower before. Kind of. Almost a year ago, he picked these:


He said they were for me, but I think I held them for a total of three minutes before they were taken away from me. Then they became his new toy.



So I count my dandelion as my first flower. I wish I had taken a picture of it in all its glory before it became so wilted.


Jacob has asked me several times, "Mommy, do you still dot your flower?" And I assure him that I do.

Is it silly that the little dandelion means so much to me? Probably. But I don't care. :)