Somehow the "vase" that Bridger made me at school got lost. He was so upset about it so the teacher gave him another one. After school he was so sad that it wasn't special and that it wasn't the one he made. I told him that the fact that he cared so much about it meant more to me than the actual gift. It made him feel a little better. On Mother's Day he decided that he wanted to make it special so he filled it with dirt and some flowers from my garden. And he made a flower pen so he wouldn't be outshined by little sis.
All day long they made sure I had the comfortable chair or special plate at dinner. Bridger got teary eyed and said he just wanted me to feel special. They melt my heart





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