Dad is out mowing the lawn. A few minutes ago, he stopped and walked in the front door and handed me these little purple flowers. I know they have a name, but it's not at the top of my noggin' right now. Anyway, when he handed them to me he said, "Do you remember these little flowers all around Grandpa Hutchings' yard? I used to pick them for my mom all the time. Grandma Hutchings planted them." (That's his grandma and grandpa). Just thought I would share that sweet moment. :)
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