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Forget-Me-Not

In April, I took my boys to Cedar Rapids to attend my beautiful cousin Keile’s wedding. At the reception, with each place card, there were a package of flower seeds. This seemed to resonate with Monroe & Lennon. They thought it was the coolest thing, from the mini clothes pin (which they still have and I've had to put back together again more times than I want to remember), their names actually printed on the card to show where they sit, and the idea of planting something and watching it grow.  When we returned to  Omaha,  I took the boys to pick out what color pot they wanted and we each planted our flowers. They "borrowed" a couple of extra seed packets from the table because they wanted to make a flower pot for their dad, and they wanted to make a big flower pot with a bunch of different flowers as a “Family Pot.” This was ALL their idea, and the fact that they even wanted to have one for their dad, made me so appreciative of the boys they are becoming. Th
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