The kid was a bit disappointed when the Mother’s Day tulips she’d given me, started drooping.
But I loved it.
More character, I told her.
And I meant it.
Maybe I’m weird.
But these flowers have been like having my very own ‘live art’ display, for the past couple weeks.
And I like art.
The subjectivity of it.
And the ‘choose your own adventure’ of it.
…
I bet she thought she was just giving me flowers.