The First Flower Duane Ever Gave Me

Okay, it wasn't intentional or anything, but still. We were walking by a bed of golden yellow flowers on our walk when Duane stuck his hand out. A flower got caught between his fingers and snapped of its stem. He looked at it for a second--I was trying not to laugh--then turned in his stroller/car and handed the beheaded plant to me. I told him thank you and we went on our merry way. The flower was really pretty, even if Duane didn't mean to pick it.