Friday, 16 May 2014

Dandelion Days

Dandelion Bouquet, childhood, motherhood, memories

There's something so special, so poignant, so heartbreakingly sweet about a hand-picked bouquet of dandelions, wildflowers or weeds plucked by sticky little fingers and presented proudly "for you, Mommy."

Something that makes a mom feel more loved and lucky than any number of store-bought bouquets or sparkly somethings in little blue boxes ever could.

A feeling of overwhelming warmth and love that carries with it memories of climbing trees and jumping in leaves and digging for worms and building castles in the sand; of running through endless open fields and falling and laughing and getting back up and running again; of swimming all day and drying off in the sun, floating on a raft gazing up at the sky, lazily counting the clouds that roll by, of a time when every moment is the only moment that matters and the world is filled with wonder and joy and pure and perfect love.

For me one of the first real signs of spring is that first dandelion bouquet my babies pick for me.

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1 comment:

  1. This is absolutely beautiful. It brought tears to my eyes.