First of all, 50 points to anyone who can tell how many years it has been that I've been saying I want pink hair.
And 1,000 points to anyone who can make it through the following poem with out choking up. (You may recognize it from this post. And no, I am still not able to make it through that poem without crying. And by the way, that is the handful of dandelions Israel picked for me this afternoon. I love it when he does that! It makes my heart happy.)