A gift from my son

You're having a terrible morning, everything is going wrong. You've shouted at the kids more times than you're prepared to admit and you are at breaking point.
All of a sudden you look up and a yet to be washed face is in front of you looking worried and shoving a hastily picked flower from the garden in front of your face. And it doesn't matter he hasn't brushed his teeth, it doesn't matter you forgot to buy cereal bars for the lunchboxes, heck it doesn't even matter he went out there without his shoes on and now has mud all up his school trousers.
At that point, that exact point, all that matters is that you love him until your heart hurts. That's it.