On his first Mother's Day, at not yet three months old, JT laughed for the very first time. The moment, which ranks among my most cherished memories, is awfully hard to top. But the boy tries every year and this year, with the help of T, he did very well for himself. Last week, he and T made me a tea cup of flowers, featuring lavender, ivy, and a fuchsia. It sits happily on the front porch table and brings a smile every time I pass it by.