Mother's Day Suprise

    She picks the weeds with such precision and care that you would think that she was picking the rarest of flowers.  Her concentration on getting each flower out of the ground without tearing any petal, and putting it in the exact place it belongs in her little dandilion boquet.  When she's finished, she takes the utmost care in making sure the boquet would say in her hand.  Then she runs to me, keeping the flowers in an outstreached hand so they would not get crushed.  when she reaches her destination, she carefully holds them up to me and says, "Here mommy, you hab it."  It was mother's day, and my three year old daughter had just given me a present for the first time in her young life of her own free will.