12 March 2009 - I have just noticed that my youngest daughter has developed a certain habit - wherever we went, wherever there is a bed of garden that is, she would go out and choose the most colorful flowers and pick some for her mommy. I have received quite a bouquet so far and though the flowers do not last longer than a day in my hand, the wilted flowers are little treasures to say the least.
I cherish these times….as soon, they will be gone.
My remembrance as a mother…
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