One of the things I love most about having children is the opportunity to see the world with fresh eyes.
Take the dandelion, for instance. Pedestrian, troublesome eyesore, I've always focused my landscaping efforts on expunging the common weed from my yard.
Not the boys. To Noah and Rowan, the common dandelion is as precious as a delicate rose, lovely as a ruffled peony.
Backyard nuisance? Pain-in-the-neck pest? Not to them. The dandelion is worthy of a Waterford vase.
Where did you see the plain transform into majestic this week?
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