"Here," he said casually before racing back out the screen door.
I looked down at my hand. There lay a stem with three pristinely shaped heart leaves hanging breezily from its end. I sucked a breath in and let myself smile slightly.
Meiners.
My all American rascally athletic rugrat who throws his arm tightly around my neck and draws me in for a morning kiss but chases out the van door with a thoughtless wave backwards in the school yard. So intent to find beauty in his surroundings and to share it with his mom, yet careful not to stick around long enough to be thought sweet or nostalgic.
Meiners Heart.
Love.
