Vance and I have always picked flowers, er..actually weeds, together.
In Wisconsin there was a ton of little white, purple, and yellow wild things growing by the playground in our subdivision. We'd pick them, bring them home and put them in tiny vases on the counter. Some of them were always for Daddy when he got home from work.
We'd do the same in the neighbors backyard. I'd make flower chain necklaces for Vance and the little girl who lived next door. It was a great way to pass time.
The ice cream place that we frequent has tons of white flowers growing in the grass. While Vance always picks them here, it was last week that he wanted to give them to someone else.
He wanted to give a flower to the teenaged girl working. He asked if he could go, I said yes, and we patiently waited for her to be done taking another family's order. She was very surprised, smiled, and thanked Vance for the flower. I was melting on the inside by watching what my shy little boy had just done.
He's a thoughtful little guy.