Daisies in a Jar

Dear Bee,

Oh, how I love you!  It is a joy to watch you growing into a young woman.  Here is what you did for Mother's Day:

Around 6 AM Daddy left for planting, but the noise in the kitchen continued.  You were making a Mother's Day breakfast!  I dozed until 7:30 or so, and when I awoke I found scrambled eggs, bacon, and pancakes with the table set with gifts and much care.

You and I had some special time in the kitchen as I read my letters from you and exclaimed over the breakfast.  The best part?  A glass jar of daisies from you!  Here was the story:

The day before you and your brother had walked downtown to do some errands all on your own.  You stopped at Ole's Attic, my new favorite store, and began to browse.  You saw several jars, but they seemed to be an inseparable set.  The clerk asked what you were looking for, and you said a jar for your mom.  She went into the back, found a beautiful jar, and offered to fill it with fresh daisies (my favorite).  She asked how much you wanted to spend.

You said, "As low as you can go."

And she charged you $5 for it all and even threw in a box of chocolates for free.  Bee, my darling, you carried those flowers all the way home, blocks and blocks uphill, and you smuggled them into the house right under my nose.  You. are. amazing!

Grandpa Lane & Grandma Ann were visiting for Mother's Day, and your shrewd bargaining was our topic of conversation all through the lovely pancakes you made with the only cup of milk in the entire house.  We laughed and laughed at how you said, "As low as you can go."

Bee, I love you so, so much.