A friend told me that I would treasure every little dandilion and buttercup my kids would pick and bring me, and really I do. But the other day Phil brought me a dandilion while I had my hands full (think I was changing a diaper on Wiggle worm child), and I asked Phil to put it in a cup for me. It wasn't til a few hours later that I noticed he had put it in the vase with the rose bouquet. The sight of the yellow dandilion sticking out amongst the pink roses brought a smile to my face. I hadn't even thought to take pictures of the rose bouquet until the dandilion. So yes I treasure the little weed more than the beautiful roses.
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