Every afternoon when I pick Sam and Jack up from school, they jump in the car, excited to tell me about their day. They both stand in between the seats, digging into their pockets. "Mama, I got something for you," one says. "Me too, Mama. I got something for you too," the other chimes in. They begin to empty their pockets, revealing the little gifts they have for me. Dandelions. Dandelions picked for me as they play outside. Dandelions that are now wilted and flat from traveling around in little boy's pockets. A sweet, sweet reminder to me that they think of me while they're away and that maybe they're missing me just like I'm missing them.
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