At least once a day, Adam and Grace walk up to me with their hands behind their back, say "Surprise!" (or as Grace says, "Purprise!").
Then.. they hand me a flower they have picked, a handful of bright green grass, a dead weed, a pinecone, or a leaf.
It's so sweet.
They know that I love the occasional flowers that Mike surprises me with, and have equated my love of flowers to mean anything that grows in nature.
I love it.
Roses have nothing on the sweet little loves that my kids bring me.
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