a flower and a rock

These are two little gifts from Wyatt. I think I've had the rock for a couple of weeks now.  He gave one to me and to Andy.  I felt so honored so I kept it.  The flower is from Wyatt too. He will pick one for me, I keep it in this sweet little dish {I love it Andi} by my window, it shrivels up, I throw it away, he sees it's gone and then picks me another one. I love him.