May 11

My littlest sweetie has a sweet routine: each day, as we pass by the on-site daycare facility at Isaac's school, he stops to pick one of these flowers:

Then depending on the day, he tells me that it's for me, or for me and Daddy to share. And every time, the gesture melts my heart.

I don't really know that I can think of a more precious and thoughtful gift than a pretty little flower plucked from the earth by someone who loves you. To quote a Kenny Chesney song, that's the good stuff.