I have a favorite vase. It's not an heirloom, not expensive, or particularly artistic. It's tiny - only about 3 inches tall. But the reason I love it so much is because it's just perfect for cradling small flowers, for holding blooms plucked from stems by small hands and brought to me as gifts. This vase has displayed many of these treasures.
Though some of my boys have outgrown this tendency, I still occasionally receive these thoughtful presents, and it always warms my heart. This latest was collected by Brandt and given to me after a walk in the neighborhood.
