The sweet offerings of love from little kids always melt my heart.
I can’t keep all of the banana stickers sweetly smashed onto my arms, but I am a sentimental sap, so I have to admit to keeping my favorites.
As my big kids grow up, they’ve moved beyond scribbled family portraits held up by fridge magnets, but every once in a while I get a glimpse back.
The 10 year old boy version of dandelions from the yard melts my heart just as much as the original:
Dandelions for Mom