Monday, March 12, 2007
My son was five. I will always remember that Saturday morning. He knocked on the front door of our apartment. I stopped my housework to answer the door and found my precious son standing there with a grin from ear to ear. My little boy was always trying to find a way to cheer up his mother. This time he held what he believed was the perfect gift. He stretched out his arms to hand me a beautiful bouquet of big red........MARKER FLAGS. The utility company had been marking a site for some underground pipe or something and my child had pulled them all up to bring to his mommy a bouquet.