Unforgettable Bouquet

Today all five of my boys came in holding their hands behind their backs.  Each son handed me a different colored flower, hugged me, and told me, "I love you, Mom!"  Then my wonderful husband ended the line with tears in his eyes to match mine, he hugged me, and professed his love for me as well.  How blessed am I!  What a sweet gift today from my family!


Her children arise and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her
Proverbs 31:28

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