A Bouquet of Love

I'm allergic to weeds, but not to love. Kaylee picked me a bouquet of love the other morning, while I was attending the baby shower of a friend. She proudly brought me the Dandelion bouquet, knowing I would love the vibrant yellow "flowers". She doesn't know that Dandelions are really weeds, obnoxious ones that I'm allergic to. What she does know is that I love flowers, and I love her. She put those facts together and decided I'd also love "flowers" from her. And, she was right. I love my bouquet of love. (Who cares if I had to take an extra Benadryl tablet that day, right?)