Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Pure Gold

He spent the afternoon on his tractor, working hard and being sure to dodge the sopping wet, sticky gumbo that threatened to sabotage his farming efforts.


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.

9 comments:

Hafts Happenings said...

Awww, I love that story...sooo sweet!

Anonymous said...

Awww, how sweet is that! Brought tears to my eyes. Great story. You are truly blessed.

Sandy

Dawn said...

Very, very sweet! Those flowers certainly deserved your finest vase.

Blessings!

Melody said...

There's nothing better than that sticky, smooshy bouquet brought by a dirty little fist. How sweet!

Anonymous said...

I bet the little farmer was just as cute as the flowers are pretty. I love it that your kids can be kids and even get dirty.

Haf Dozen Reasons....... said...

How cute!!!! What kind of "bells" are those?

Most people dread dandilions but I love them as it is so much better than seeing ice. My daughter has brought me the first one she finds every year. She is now 17 yrs old but she has a love for those weeds too!! lol

Mum-me said...

Very cute, although I was hoping you'd say it was your husband. I suppose he can't really park his tractor at the front door, can he?

threecollie said...

Wow! Great story, wonderful little farmer.

Monica said...

Too sweet! It melts my heart when my rough and tumble "little" boy brings me a handful of the little white flowers that grow when the grass gets too tall. Dozens of roses couldn't mean more to me.

 
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