Friday morning, Lily got her first dozen roses from a boy other than daddy.
It happened at story time Friday morning in front of a room full of little people. And the best part was that Knox marched across that room in front of everybody and handed them right to her. He was on a mission.
“Here you go, Lily.”
She took them and held them in the crook of her arm like a little beauty queen. He stood next to her and they both listened to the story intently. We went to the ice cream shop for lunch. She bit into a fry to make sure it wasn’t too hot for him, dipped it in ketchup, and put it right in his mouth.
When we got in the car to head home that afternoon, she smelled one of her purple roses and said, “Mmmmmm, lavender. My favorite.”
I hope they are friends forever.