Look what I had for breakfast this morning.
Mischka has been fond of picking flowers of late.
When I came down to eat, I was greeted by my usual with something unusual.
That something was not edible but was the most filling. A bunch of small flowers fresh off her morning pickings. And then came a pitter patter of small feet with a few more, along with a small voice saying "flowers mama, flowers mama!" (Did I mention she's barely 2 y.o?)
I am in love.
Hope you are too. Have a lovely weekend friends.