Slim and Franke

Slim and Franke

Monday, March 12, 2007

BEAUTIFUL BOUQUET

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.

3 comments:

  1. that is just precious...I can't wait for memories like that!

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  2. What a wondeful story to have! Aren't kids the best!

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