The Last Dandelion. Celebrating the daily love of my kids.

  It is crushed enough that the chubby, dirty fingernailed and mud smeared hand that holds it, now shares a smear of it’s sun-like yellow color. And, it is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.  The last dandelion handed to me by my son.  The leaves are wilted. The stem… Read more“The Last Dandelion. Celebrating the daily love of my kids.”