Piper brought me flowers today. You may recognize them. They’re probably in your yard, too. Some people call them weeds. Piper says they’re beautiful; she thinks weeds are useful to hold up the really good flowers. When she thinks of me on her walk home from the park and comes trudging through the door with a fistful of these, my heart is full. It’s more than enough.
Weeds are the best type of flowers a mother can get. Unless you have hayfever.