I'm learning to appreciate our daughter's passion. It is now being channeled in more positive directions, especially toward plants. She LOVES flowers. I do not know how it happened, but Michaela has claimed our drooping flowering cherry as "her" tree. This tree has begun to sprout branches that don't droop, but grow straight up and makes it look funny. Today, during our yard spring clean up I had Mike saw those branches back. Michaela came screaming out of the house, "NO!!!!!!!!!!! Not my tree!!!!!!!!!!!" With body shaking sobs and jumping up and down she begged and pleaded with her father to not cut off the flowers. "Please, Daddy!!! My tree." I was nearby weeding and luckily was on all fours and could hide my face in the crook of my elbow to stifle my giggles. Mike very patiently explained that we needed to cut back the branches to help keep the flowering branches growing strong. But it didn't matter. She kept sobbing. So, I pulled her into my arms and rubbed her back while she let it all out. Love our girl.
