Some days, my children exasperate me. I still love every inch of them, but it's true: Sometimes they don't listen, and my patience wears thin.
Every day, though, there are those precious moments that make every crazy one worthwhile.
Yesterday, my 7-year-old son knocked lightly on the patio door while I was cleaning the kitchen. In his hand, these flowers:
With a grin, he passes me the first spring blooms I have laid eyes on. I didn't even know they were out there - the snow continues to cover most of the ground, and the air remains cool. Somehow, though, he found these tiny blooms and thought of his mom.
I am the luckiest mom in the world.