I have a picture of my son, the cutest boy, strutting up the driveway, carrying fushia colored roses. Yesterday, Kekoa came home from the motorcycle park with flowers for his mommy. They were the sweetest smelling roses, freshly cut from the rose garden. He looked so precious walking toward me, the biggest smile on his face, as he handed me the roses, telling me where I needed to hold them.
Then last night, while we were eating dinner, Kekoa asked me out of the blue, "Mommy, you like the roses I got at the motorcycle park, you like them mommy?" I told him that I loved them. Then he says, "Mommy, you love them?" Oh, this boy knows how to melt his mama's heart! :)