Sunday, July 17, 2005
My mommy loves me.
These are from her "more precious to me than my children" jasmine plants. (Okay, that status may be reserved for her curryleaf plants.)
Mom collected these flowers and strung them together for me to wear in my hair. She presented them to me like a kindergartner's valentine - shy smile, open palm. Role reversal.
Like I said, my mommy loves me.