This weekend was what weekend dreams are made of. Literally. I dream of prancing around in a field of flowers. Saturday morning we hopped in the car and cruised over to a little tulip farm. We sang to country music and Liam danced in the back seat as only one does listening to Keith Urban. The weather was colder than expected with the wind chill taking me by surprise. We mustered through because how could you not when there is a rainbow of tulips waiting to be picked? Two pink stems were the start of our bouquet and Liam decided definitely no more pink ones! we needed red and we trotted off to the red row.
Our basket was filled with a variety of colors (with Liam's basket only containing one pink stem and not one more) and I looked around and my heart grew content. My husband and Liam were hopping over a tunnel made of dirt and I could hear his boyish WHOA and innocent laughter, families were taking pictures, and teenage boys wondering why in the world they were at a flower farm. It was just perfect.
On the drive home, a two year old slept next to our perfectly curated bouquet and Thomas and I held hands, wondering how we could prolong Liam's nap. Back at home, Liam abruptly woke up asking for chicken.
Spring, you're alright.
Thank you for all your kind words on my last post. Your emails, texts, and calls certainly touched me and I am so thankful for this little community.
