Years ago, probably about 35, my sister had been babying some bulbs for couple of years trying to get some tulips to grow along the house. Well, one year, it was looking like they were going to make it. Only a few but some were going to make it. One day though, my precious son about five, came in with a handfull of flowers for his Aunt Robin he had picked "just for her." She took one look and started to get teary eyed but she thanked him and made sure he knew how much she appreciated those flowers he had picked just for her. No more bloomed that year, but she never let him know what he had done. Don't think she has ever told him.