Monday, April 21, 2008
would be a dandelion… but I wouldn’t trade it for any bouquet of yellow long stemmed roses EVER. When a smiling little four year old boy tells you stay right here and comes back with an enormous smile on his angel little face and proudly and gently hands you that pristine weed, my heart couldn’t melt any more. Just goes to show, you can’t buy happiness. It lives in those moments.
Posted by Melissa at 11:18 AM