A flower from my boy

While we were coming in yesterday Treyton stopped, stooped down, and picked this.

Why is this so significant? Because of what he said next.

"Mommy here is a flower for you."

As a mommy of a boy, I've waited for this day. Not that I like flowers all that much or anything. In fact, I've told Bryce not to get me flowers. (I'd rather have a mylar balloon, candy, or new pens.) But, the idea that my boy wanted to give me something beautiful, a flower, was heartwarming. A sweet boy thing to do. For his beloved mommy.

So I took him inside to take pictures of this memorable moment.

So adorable that kid is with the tiny "flower" for mommy. Notice that he didn't include the icky stem....just the pretty part.

After the pictures I said, "Okay, let's go get some water to put my flower in."

"No, you can't have it."

"But Treyton, you picked that for mommy. Isn't it for me?"

"No, I don't think so. I want the flower."

"But Treyton...."

"NO MOMMY. IT'S MY FLOWER!"

"Are you sure? Don't you want me to have it?"

"Nope."

Oh good heavens, so much for my special moment.

Being a grandparent

This is what I got to witness this morning.

Oh for the love of pickles, is there anything sweeter? My heart MELTED when I caught her doing this. If this is what it's like to be a grandparent, I am slowly starting to understand.

Look at how sneaky she's gotten at getting her hand out of her sling. I didn't even notice due to the cuteness factor.

I'm so thankful that I can be a stay-at-home mom!

Oh, she noticed the camera.

All flies by the wayside when she gets to be center stage. Sorry baby.

I'm still in bliss over here at how sweet that was though. Galina, you take after my heart.

I went back in and am so glad I did!

Often Treyton has a spell after he is put in bed. Sometimes it's that his truck has fallen from his bed. Or that he needs a drink of water. A few times he was scared of the shadows that the front yard tree makes on his wall. He always cries when my book club leaves. Any parent rolls their eyes when they hear their kid crying after they've done the whole bedtime routine thing and are supposed to be having a break after a long day of kid necessities. Like most parents, I let him cry for a while, hoping he'd stop. After a respectable amount of time, I blew out my sigh and went upstairs. "What is it Treyton?" "Mommy, I'm sad about Galina." "Why are you sad about Galina?" Oh dear, what did he do now? "Galina doesn't have Jesus in her heart." "Oh Treyton, she doesn't, does she? She's too little to understand what that means. I'm just glad that you have Jesus in your heart." "Well, well, well mommy, I think we should pray for Galina to have Jesus in her heart." Wow. Wow, wow, wow. The great joy and pride I felt when my kid said this was greater than anything he'd done in his life so far. Does he really have a heart for others to know God? Already? He wants his sister to have Jesus in her heart! It almost brought me to tears to hear him say this! My prayer for his life is to know Christ. Is this the beginning of an answer to my lifelong prayer for him? We prayed for Galina and I gave him giant hugs and kisses one more time before saying goodnight. I'm so glad I went back in that night.