Determination displayed in his furrowed brow, he masterfully guided the red machine up and down the hills, his goal clear in his mind.
The tractor picked up speed as he closed in on his destination. He parked it in front of the house and hurried up the steps, mud slopping off his rubber boots as he ascended the steps.
His fist thrust the yellow bouquet toward me. I looked down at his face, which was streaked with mud and shining with devotion, and I moved purposefully toward the china cabinet. I selected a crystal vase for my beautiful bouquet. As I gathered him in my arms to show him how much his thoughtfulness was appreciated, he looked into my eyes and said, "Mom, I had to pedal really, really far on my tractor to get those for you."
To anyone else, they might just look like yellow bells plucked from the cow pasture.
To me, they shine brighter than pure gold.