Whit burst in the door after school today holding this mangled dandelion in his hands. He ran to me and offered it: “Mummy! I picked this flower for you!” It was so sweet it brought tears to my eyes. Then, in classic Whit style, he peppered me with questions: “Can you guess where I got it? Isn’t that your very favorite flower? Isn’t it so pretty and yellow?”
And the index card is the very first time Whit has written anything resembling his name! I am very proud. Grace writing her name merited a whole tabblo, which is now framed on her wall. I guess this is an awfully second-child style celebration of Whit’s milestone, but it is no less heartfelt!