Today I let the boys play outside because it was so nice out! It’s still kind of cold and their little hands get really cold after being out there for awhile but they love it and they do lots of “work” out there in the dirt and the rocks. Aidan loves to role-play that he is a worker or a tractor or something like that.
They had been out there playing for awhile and he came in the house with this bundle of grass in his hand and said, “I picked you some roses Mommy!” They were green roses he said. “Oh my, they are beautiful, and they smell so nice!” I quickly removed the wilted rose from Valentine’s Day that I obviously had a hard time parting with, to make way for my new, freshly picked, “roses”. Aren’t they beautiful?!
There is something so precious about a little boy picking a weed for his mom, something in his heart that says, “I want to please her and make her smile.” That is just what he did too. And I know that his sweet gesture came strait from his heart and that is what made me feel so special. He was thinking of me while he was working, maybe not the whole time, maybe it was just a passing thought as he saw all those “roses” in the grass. But something made him stop and create those beautiful roses in all those weeds just so his mommy would have something pretty to look at. It did brighten my day, and so did the other handfuls of roses that he went right out to get after I had displayed the first ones. We put those ones outside on a milk crate to “dry.” One day he will bring roses to his wife, and I’m sure she will feel a prick of tenderness in her heart as he comes around the corner beaming with love in his heart for her, showing her an expression of his deepest feeling. Love. What a sweet gift.