When Abigail goes in the back yard alone, every couple of minutes we hear a little knock on the door. Normally she is standing at the door, with some sort of treasure for us.
Sometimes its grass, rocks, bubbles... whatever she can find.
She never stops at one.
Every couple of minutes she will knock at the door with another surprise,
often handing it over with a, "Happy Mother's Day Mommy."
Due to our weeds a' plenty- she found some real treasures this weekend.
I love those chubby little hands.
She picked flowers for all of her friends.
Naming them one by one as she picked the flowers.
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