My children picked me the prettiest bouquet of weeds the other day.
Forget long stem roses or stunning tulips,
I do not think I would ever prefer them over these yellow little weeds.
Each one was hand picked by a child who was rushing to be able to bless me.
I watched them run from plant to plant, hoping for the best few blossoms.
I love my display.
I heard a story of a little girl who picked dandelions just like these for her mother.
Her little brother said, "Why did you pick those, they are just weeds..."
She smiled, "To you they may be weeds, but to me they are flowers..."
When you look at these, what do you see?
I see flowers...
I see love...