There is nothing sweeter than a bouquet of flowers from Ethan. Tiny flower heads with stems far too small to put into any vase. Flowers that are usually called weeds by everyone except for Ethan who thinks that they are just beautiful, and so do I. He just melts my heart with those sweaty curls, chubby hands, and dimples you could fall into. Don’t even get me started on the eyelashes. So I look forward to Spring, because there will be many bouquets from my little man and I can't wait:) 
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