Last Sunday Evelyn and I were working in the back yard together, and she came up and said, "Mom, I'm going to miss you when I get married and have my own house."
"I'm going to miss you, too."
"But you can come visit me every day and bring me flowers for my jar."
Just tucking that away. My parents are so good at bringing things when they visit--leftovers, hand-me-downs, random grocery items, yard sale bargains--and I love those things! But I'll have to remember that my daughter prefers flowers.
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awwwww....
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