Broken Flowers

This morning Chris and the girls were outside putting the shade on our new porch swing while I was cooking biscuits and gravy for breakfast. The weather was nice and sunny, a beautiful morning to be outside. The girls were running in and out of the house. Pie came running in and hugged my leg saying something I couldn't understand. I finally got her to let go and repeat what she had said.

"Mommy, I broke your flowers. I sorry."

Oh well, there's always next year to enjoy the flowers.