Picking Leaves

Every morning as of late it's the same thing,"Mommy, can I go outside and pick leaves?" she asks. She is fascinated by them...sometimes calling them flowers because in her mind anything colored this beautifully must be a flower. Isn't childhood innocence just the most precious thing?! If only we could all view our world through child-like eyes...what a magical place this would be. Just a simple thought for today. Happy Friday!!