lessons from a child
I used to be such a fuddy-duddy-stick-in-the-mud about the flowers that grow in my garden. I had this idea that I wanted to enjoy them in their natural setting. Then I would be sad at the end of their lives or when one got plucked or if one got overly large and weighted down. Enjoying flowers on their stems is virtually impossible with a little girl around who just wants to touch and rip and grab all beautiful things.
My daughter teaches me something new everyday.
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