to the kitchen. thank you, thank you for offering to help me.
oldest son does a splendid job of cutting up the watermelon. actually cuts up 1 and a half and fills the large white bowl. he sets it on the table, and he's gone.
but wait, he's back. and his hands are filled with . . . what's this? he has picked flowers from the yard and wants to make the bowl of cut watermelon look beautiful. my 6'2" adorable, basketball dunking oldest son is standing in my dining room with hands full of flowers tucking them in along the watermelon chunks to make them look beautiful.
i'm not a crier, but 