The Most Beautiful Flower

We were getting ready to go to my nephew's baseball game last night and he couldn't find his glove. I went outside with him so we could go look in the garage. We didn't find it, but we did find a backpack full of old gloves belonging to me and TJ. He settled on one that he could borrow until his glove was found. With that taken care of, we headed back inside to finish getting ready. Imagine my surprise when I turned the corner toward the front door and there was McKenna sitting in my flower bed scratching at the dirt. I knew I had closed the door behind me when I went outside but apparently it didn't catch. She somehow managed to pull the door open, climbed down the 3 cement stairs that lead up to the house, and sat happily playing in the dirt and squishing my pansies.