The last time when you ran to me
Still small enough to hold
The last time that you said you'd marry
me when you grew old
Precious simple moments and
bright flashes from your past--
Would I have held on longer
if I'd have known they were your last?
-from Let Me Hold You Longer by Karen Kinsgbury
Belle is five and still brings me flowers every time we step outside. And every bouquet is sweet and appreciated. I'm not sure when she will get too busy to bring them to me or when it will no longer occur to her to pick something for me. So for now, I treasure each and every little handful.
Thanks, Emily, for starting Tuesdays UnWrapped at Chatting at the Sky to remind us to celebrate the small things!