I choose you.

It was a leisurely, pleasant morning. After being sleep deprived for a full week, my wife let me sleep in till 8 and made waffles. All of that was cleaned up, and Lucas was coming down the stairs from getting himself dressed for the day. Through the cut glass window came tiny splashes of yellow.

"Whoa! Look at all those sunflowers! They look so pretty!"

I explained that they're dandelions... that some people think they're weeds, but I like to think of them as flowers that just pop up anywhere they want.

"That's so cool. They could go anywhere, but they're here. It's like they're saying, 'I choose you."

Leave it to Lucas to think this way. They are tiny seeds blown indiscriminately on the wind, with no control over where they end up, and he thinks they're choosing us...

... just like he did.