A Beautiful Bouquet

I picked up my grandsons after daycare yesterday.  I brought them to church where Papa was working to surprise him.  They tiptoed to his office door and yelled, "Papa!" running to him for hugs.  We went outside to the church playground.  As we walked through the grass, Ben ran ahead to pick a flower...one of those little white flowers that grow in the weeds.  He brought it back to me and said, "I picked this flower for you, GrandMartha!"  Then Will, not to be outdone, picked a tiny yellow flower from the weeds and brought it to me.  "Dis for you, DaDa!"  he said proudly.  The boys continued picking flowers and bestowing them on me until there was just grass left.  Then they continued on to swing and climb and slide in the unbelievably hot-for-March sun.  My precious little bouquet wilted very quickly.  It's a rare time when I don't have my camera with me.  I would like to have had a picture of those flowers before they had gone limp in the heat.  But no matter that I don't have the photo.  I'll have a memory of those sweet boys and their gift of love forever.