The other day I took you with me to the store. Just us.
As we passed the trough of flower bouquets you asked, “Can I buy you some flowers, Mommy?”
I quickly said, no. Thinking that that would be a waste of money.
You shyly responded with an, “Okay.”
When we got home I felt a pit in my stomach. I realized that I ignored you and your desire to do something nice for me. You don’t understand money. You were thinking of someone other than yourself. I don’t want to make you feel bad for anything, much less, thoughts of kindness.
The next day we went back for those flowers. The big bouquet. You were so happy. It has been so nice to walk by them each day and be reminded of you.
I love you, Rae.