“It’s for my mom,” he said to me.
I watched him carefully scanning the hill; not sure what he was looking for, whet my appetite, so I watched some more.
Carefully, he observed natural items, and other manmade items, that humans had discarded on the beautiful garden hill.
He bent down, and in a ceremonial way, carefully plucked the flower from the ground. He had found his treasure.
He kept it during the entire play period, guarded it, asked me to hold it so that he could play with his friends, and placed it in a small baby food bottle cap with a bit of water for safe keeping until the end of the day.
Mom, not sure you ever actually received the gift; either way, it’s one of the most special thoughts ever conceived.