One of my favorite mama moments. The bringing in of flowers. I can't remember ever prompting them to do this, is it possible that it's intuitive for sweet little ones to bring in flowers to Mama? Hmn. I wonder. The flowers come to me slowly throughout the day as an offering with a sweet smile. Calvin brings in the big, obvious 'flowers,' and Ezra brings in the tiniest of delicate flowers, leaves and stems. So perfectly each of them. And no matter how many times they do it, it makes my heart swell each time.