Flowers!

I am married to a sweet, sweet man, who is almost always available to hold the fort down at home so that I can go for a Ladies Night Out. That generally means that I wouldn't be putting our younger children to bed like I usually do.

The morning after my "night out", CA, my big little man came in our room at 6 o'clock in the morning, arms outstretched, with his hands clutching tiny purple flowers. He had literally just woken up and said in his still sleepy monotone voice, "Flowers. Flowers for Mommy." He then laid his gift on my shoulder and left the room.

So, for this post:

Love is tiny crushed purple flowers given to you by your thoughtful child at 6 o'clock in the morning.