Friday, October 16, 2009

sweet. . .



Every morning, when sensible people are still tucked up in bed, The Little One goes to the park with her Daddy-o and The Hound.

And every morning when they return, I hear the pad of tiny feet down the hallway as she comes to deliver me the scrunched up little fist of crumpled flowers that she has picked for me on her outing.

Just another of the small sweet rituals that make up our days.

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11 comments:

  1. That's such a lovely little story!

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  2. That's so sweet. What a special routine.

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  3. That is such a lovely way to show her love to you.

    It must be nice to have a sleep in too. What a good Daddy to take his daughter to the park and let Mummy rest. :)

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  4. What a gorgeous little story and a stunning photo to match.

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  5. I love this post & your photo is amazing! x

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  6. clutch them tightly ...memories of love~

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  7. fab father he is...and oh so sweet your little angel does this for you...your little friend for life..x

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  8. Love. I love those almost morsels of flowers. I find it hard to throw them away. Sad, aren't I?

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  9. how adorable and a perfect start to the day!! lucky you : )

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  10. How absolutely precious! My little ones love giving me flowers too :)

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