Saturday was my birthday and we went to my daughter's for the day. This was my welcoming committee as I arrived.
Each of the girls got a hyacinth at the store that morning. Adelaide was loving hers to death. She carried it around all day, watered it to the point she left a dribble trail behind her as it leaked out the bottom. She had been picking at the flowerettes before we arrived. Elizabeth said, "Adelaide is loving her flower too much."
And at one quiet moment she sat in the chair and slowly, methodically started to pick the little flowerettes off.
She didn't look up, she didn't waver from her task. Slowly, slowly, one by one...
Until the little flowers that matched her eyes were all on the floor.
Each of the girls got a hyacinth at the store that morning. Adelaide was loving hers to death. She carried it around all day, watered it to the point she left a dribble trail behind her as it leaked out the bottom. She had been picking at the flowerettes before we arrived. Elizabeth said, "Adelaide is loving her flower too much."
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