"Mommy it's for you"

Abby walked in through the screen door, hair disheveled and sticky from the Popsicle she had been eating out on the deck. I was on my way out the garage door to grab a roast to put in the crockpot for supper when I heard her calling "Mommmmy"

I turn around to see that in her hands is one of my clematis flowers... a beautiful light purple vine creeper that I had rescued from the distressed section last year. My first reaction, my first thought... was... "Oh no! Abby! You aren't supposed to pick mommy's flowers!"

She looks up at me with those dark, soul searching eyes and says "Mommy it's for you!" In a way only she could. 

My heart melts instantly and I'm still a little ashamed that my first instinct was to scold her for picking it. After all... what good are flowers if you cannot share them? So I gave her a hug and we put it in a vase on the table. She was so thrilled and I can't help but smile when I see it.... she was showing her love.

I love you too sweetheart... more than life itself