The Tomatoes

I wanted to share a special thing.

The other day we were having a "family" dinner.  My husband and I were still eating but the babe had left the table to wash her hands.  At this point we weren't so relaxed because our family dinner hadn't gone so well (see below).

The babe came back to the table with one tomato for her Papa, one tomato for me, and one tomato for herself (the little guy doesn't like them).  These were the tomatoes she had picked from our garden and washed herself.  How incredibly SWEET is that?  I am so proud to be her Mama.

The thing that gets me is that we didn't ask for the tomatoes, she just brought them.  It's gestures like this that make me think that things are getting through to her and maybe we aren't doing such a bad job after all.