Eight days until my final presentation of work for my master’s degree. Nine days until I get to walk across the stage and officially be done.
Tonight, as I finished the final research paper for one of my classes, Hannah and Collin came into the house triumphantly holding brilliant purple flowers they had harvested by the creek. “These are for you, Mom!” Collin’s bunch still had some roots and dirt dangling from the ends.
I instructed them to place them on the kitchen counter, and not right by my workspace as they first intended. These flowers, beautiful as they may be, make my allergies go crazy. Having them right by my laptop would be an instant headache. Frankly, I prefer not to even have them in the house, but who can resist the beauty of this sweet gesture? I picked these for you, Mom.
How did I get so lucky?