In our backyard is one unkempt row of jonquils that blooms every year despite the fact that they are largely neglected. I look forward to them every spring--more so this year than ever before.
Usually, every year Gracen picks them as soon as they are open (and sometimes before).
Y'all, it drives me crazy! I wanted to enjoy them outside. I wanted to watch their little faces open and stretch toward the sun. How many times have I told her to leave them alone. Don't pick them please.
I watched her today alternately swinging and jumping rope. As she was swinging, her head was thrown back in laughter at something.
There was a distinct pain deep in my being. It hit me like the proverbial ton o' bricks that my girl was growing up.
When I peeked out the window again, she was picking every. single. bloom! This time my first instinct wasn't to tap on the window and
My instinct this time was a wave of joy and gratitude.
So thankful that she wanted to bring me those flowers because they were yellow, my favorite color.
So thankful that she wanted to brighten our table with a splash of much needed, much anticipated springtime.
Honestly, so thankful that she left a stem long enough to put in a vase--many times we've had to "float" the blooms!
So very thankful that she still finds joy in simple things--may it ever be so.
Somehow, I think I will be sad when the day comes and those blooms do stay outside.
4 comments:
Are you trying to make me cry?! :-) They grow up way too fast, don't they?
Not trying, Tina, promise! Jeff read this and said his "allergies" were acting up--his code for anytime tears threaten! I really do enjoy this stage with Gracen but I would be lying if I didn't admit to sometimes missing the little girl! :)
precious piece Dana
oh Dana, this makes my allergies act up, too. You are a wonderful mom. Good post.
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