not just weeds
I just got the most precious bouquet of flowers, the kind you just want to save forever. You know the ones, if you're a mom you've probably gotten them a time or two, too. Some people might call them weeds, but to me they are gorgeous. It doesn't matter that they're all different sizes and some (most) of the stems are short/non-existant. They were handed to me by a pair of dirty, chubby, little girl hands with the words "here, mama!". What could be better?
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