*A portrait of my child, once a week, every week, in 2015*
You are in the sweetest phase of bringing your Mama flowers every day. Sometimes you collect a handful, sometimes just one tiny little daisy, before running up to me with your hands clasped secretively behind your back. "Mama, I've got somethin' for you," you say, pausing for dramatic effect, studying my face to see if I will guess what your surprise is. Then out come the flowers with a "for YOU" as you wait for an enthusiastic response of kisses and thank you's from Mama, which I happily supply.
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