Flower boy

The boy knows these are my favorite. He beams and brings me every one he finds in the yard, and then he eats it. Raising them right. Check out the bare feet and the jeans that he insisted I roll up. He has changed into a real boy boy. He tells me his dreams in the morning, and they are usually about trucks (getting stuck, of course) or about bike rides. Now, I am the mom who wonders where the time went.

Welcoming myself to the club.