The back door opens and closes for what seems the hundredth time.
"Mommy! I got a "frow'r" for you!" My three-year-old clutches a wilted, yellow dandelion in her dirty hands and holds it out to me.
"Dank you!" I say through a plugged up nose.
Her smile is as wide as the ocean as I take it with a sweaty hug, and add it to my already full bouquet of yellow weeds on the table. Already I have been sneezing continually since the steady stream of flowers came pouring into the kitchen. I think I've been inhaling too many. I wonder if this could be lethal. Has anyone ever died from inhaling to many dandelions? I've been taking sudafed around the clock, running my humidifier, and saying thank you through my nose! I really should have mowed the yard a week ago.
As I start to tackle the breakfast dishes, I glance out the window to see four little kids bent intently over the sea of wild flowers, picking all they can carry. What luck! God sent a florist shop to their backyard!
I take a break to grab more tissue, and come back to stand at the door, and watch their happy little faces running eagerly around, looking for more flowers. I am overcome with love for them when I think of how much they love me. They have taken time out of their play to pick flowers for mommy. They have no motive for bringing me flowers, other than to make me happy and see me smile.
I must savor this moment! There may not be anymore flowers tomorrow. I may lose my child. My baby will grow up. I will enjoy the moment of toddlers, dandelions, and sweaty hugs!