In the morning I wait at the bus stop with Boy Child and Diva. Boy Child's bus is a full 30 minutes earlier than Diva's so it is just he and I waiting. We always check the temperature. To do this we see if we can see our breath or not. Then we have to check the mailbox (even though I explain every.single.day that I've already gotten the mail). Next he always (I do mean always) picks me a flower for my hair. It is always the one pictured above. He must place it in my hair, not me. Also, I always have to get a kiss and hug from him before he will get on that bus - his rules.
I hope that over the years I will never ever forget about the days of receiving my morning flower.