My Husband "Subvet" says that when our first son "Sonshine" was born the sun rose on our world, when our second son "Gator" was born the sun laughed and when our daughter "Sugars" was born all the flowers bloomed. That says it all.

"Life is not about waiting for the storms to pass...
It's about learning how to dance in the rain."
Anonymous

Your mind is the garden, your
thoughts are the seeds, the harvest can either be flowers or weeds. — William
Wordsworth

Saturday, May 30, 2009

Momma, What is it?

Sonshine's new favorite phrase is "What is it?"






What is it Momma?

I don't know looks like a bunny's rain coat to me.

It's WRAPPED Momma!

Oh, well, that's strange wrapping paper.
Here, let's unwrap it.





What is it Momma? It's a FLOWER!!


A flower? ooooo pretty!




What wonderful things to make a flower out of!

2 comments:

Lori in South Dakota said...

Ah, imagination, do you lose it when we get older??

Stephanie D. said...

A child after my own heart--loves the bright colors!