Flowers for Mommy

Every now and then, my son, Adi, takes a walk to a park within our village. Each time he goes there, he picks a flower ( I don't even know what kind it is, but it's not the romantic-looking type) and saves it till the evening to give to me when I come home from work.

I wonder if the gardeners have noticed that their flower supply seems to dwindling over time. Blame it on my thoughtful son. At the age of 4, he really knows how to make his mom feel special. After a visit to the park, he always greets me with the sweetest smile and says: "I have a flower for you."

I hope I continue to get flowers from Adi, long after he finds his own girlfriend (talk about forward-looking!). I don't know what type of flower it is, really, but the ones Adi gives me are the nicest, most fragrant ones I've received, just like Daddy's. I guess the hands and hearts bring on the magic.