My little girl loves to pick flowers for me. She is constantly bringing something, "For you Momma".
And she doesn't really know or care which are weeds and which are "real" flowers.
Through her, I'm learning to notice and appreciate the beauty of these common plants.
Yesterday, with the help of her Daddy, she brought me breakfast in bed.
And then, a dozen red roses, because they looked like "bride" flowers.
She brought this momma a lot of happiness!