If we aren’t careful, Laars will pick all of the pretty flowers that grace the grounds of Hotel Perico. Ever since he was big enough to toddle solo to pluck a flower, he’s been picking flowers for his mama and sisters. He’s usually asking me, “Will you marry me?” with that Laars smirk I love so much.
Today he reached up and asked if he could rub my cheek, just because.
So I have these beautiful flowers beside my bed, a gift from Laars. I also have the same kind, a single flower, that I had pressed under the weight of a book. When he gazed upon the flatness he demanded to know why I had sat on it!
God, I love that boy!