The Smallest Gifts

One thing that I love about Griffin

is that he jumps at any opportunity to pick me a flower.

I make it a point to swoon

over the small blooms as he hands them over.

It's a with sincerity that I melt

but I do my best to let him know

how much it means to me.

I always encourage chivalry in my boys

and hope that they will be

a shining light in a dim world when 

they grow into men.

His grubby little fingers

are so gentle with the buds

as he presents the flower to me

 and I can see that he will

always have an appreciation 

for the little things in life.

I have a collection of pressed flowers

that he has handed to me over the years,

the pages of an old book

have the sweet smell of love

tucked between the pages.

The smallest gifts seem to mean the most.