Just yesterday I finally noticed bluebonnets along the road in Flower Mound! When my son saw them he yelled, “BLUEBONNETS! Are you gonna take my picture, Momma?” I smiled. Of course I was going to take his picture! His excited statement brought back memories of my own mother taking pictures of me in the flowers. Growing up in Oklahoma we didn’t have bluebonnets, but we did have azaleas. Woodward Park is practically a Tulsa landmark. In the spring it is covered in acres of delicate azalea blooms. Each year my mother would take me to Woodward park for our annual photos. I was always dressed in bonnets, bows, and frilly dresses. I would even smear some of her frosty pink 80’s lipstick across my lips. She diligently recorded my every smile, laugh, and “over it” frown among the azaleas. Every year (even as recently as this past weekend) my mom reminds me that I NEED to take the kids up to Tulsa for azalea pictures. I always laugh. (They do have azaleas here in Dallas, Mom.) And we have bluebonnets. Which are kind of like my children’s azaleas. Every year we get dressed up for our annual photos. This year my daughter is in a frilly Easter outfit and hair bow and one day I am sure she will smear my very hip and trendy lipstick (!!!) across her lips. The pictures are prizes to me – a benchmark for how much they have grown from year to year. Hurray for the bluebonnets!