Henry’s Flower

“Yay! It was “Henry” day at the Posey Peddler yesterday and I got a free flower! Mama and I were driving by and she saw the sign said if your name was Henry or Hannah you got a free flower. You know my Mama…she just went right ahead and whipped into a parking spot and took me right inside. I think they were shocked when she told them I was a Henry and I was not an old man standing there, but a little fella. All the ladies came out and made over me. I get that alot though. I am one handsome Henry. I can’t help it. They let me have any flower I wanted. I got a sunflower.”
“I love the yellow part the best.”

“Mama, I think we need to get a vase out of the cabinet. We have to keep my “Henry” flower pretty so we can show Daddy when he comes home this week. He thinks you are funny for seeing the sign and taking me in there. We don’t want him to miss out on seeing this thing! “

” Mama, I think you should put the flower closer to me…really, Mama…I promise I won’t push it over again. I am sorry I got your table all wet the first time and caused a little commotion. I just like touching the yellow part, I can’t help it!”

“Ahhh, see my pretty “Henry” flower, blog people?! I pulled a yellow piece off and tasted it. I won’t be doing that again!”

(AKA – Abby)

Published by Abby Lee

Celebrating and decorating with purpose is my favorite thing to do. When I am not filling a tree with ornaments or throwing a birthday party for my golden doodle, I am being mom to a super cool tween son, the wife to a fine blue eyed man and selling real estate. I call northeast Arkansas home and when I am not loving on my people or celebrating in our space, I am using words to express myself here or on my podcast. Be sure to follow me! I am the co-author of a blog called Life with My Sister and have a podcast called Abby As-Is. You can also follow me on Instagram, Facebook, Pinterest and YouTube.

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