Coco brought home a beautiful rose for me for Mother's Day.
It had the same faint, sweet fragrance that I once often received in church in my teenage days.
It brought back the pretty memories of those years for a short while.
She was even selective about the colour.
She didn't want to get a pink one as it's 'too common'.
She decided that this one was more beautiful.
And beautiful it was.
Baby made a cute bouquet of colourful flowers for me.
It could be mistaken for a cone of ice-cream, for how pretty it was!
I opened my mouth and attempted to put it in.
She exclaimed,"No! It's not ice-cream!"
Thank you, God, for giving me daughters.