There's just something that melts a mother's heart when your little boy picks you a flower. You realize that soon enough he'll be plugged into an mp3 player listening to inappropriate music and recoiling when you get near… That's why it's so heartwarming to look down and see big brown eyes, messy hair and a flower at the end of an outstretched hand.
An interesting little quirk is that Aidan always removes the stalk when he picks me a flower. He feeds the stalk to the dog and hands me the actual flower. Moments after this picture was taken I saw our big german shepherd trotting by with about 6 inches of chewed-on green flower stalk hanging out of the side of his mouth.
We had a little mother-son talk after this about keeping away from my yellow peanut plant flowers, just in case he wanted to have another Hallmark moment with the one living thing in the garden that's showing some promise.