Clover Flowers

She’s three. Yet her words cut to my heart. Our evening walk had carried on with our 3 year olds as normal. Walk, run, stop, pick up bugs and such. Smiles were not sparse. For my daughter, she was collecting clover flowers. She would fill her hands and pass them to me. Half-way through our walk, my full hands slowly started to drop her findings and leaving them behind. When she seemed to have lost interest, I let everything go. As we headed inside, her eyes peeled up and she… Continue reading Clover Flowers