Why yes I do love the weeds!

Every spring as the seemingly ugly weeds begin bursting through the soil, precious little hands pick them and give them to me with much pride and love. As my 4 yo walks in the house with a handful of freshly grown weeds he proclaims his love for me in a way like no other time. His eyes sparkle as he proudly gives me his gift and sheepishly says," I love you mommy". Oh how I treasure such tender moments! Thank you for the weeds today Lord!