It's been a long while since I took a minute to write something, as my brother often reminds me. But I got a little gift for Mother's Day that I just had to comment on. Let me preface by telling you that I'm that girl who waits all Fall & Winter for Spring to arrive so I can relentlessly stalk the garden centers to find the specific blooms that I can't seem to live without. I'm that one you see inspecting each plant to find just the right one & the one who drives to each nursery to find the biggest hibiscus at the best price & then goes back to the first stop to actually buy it.
I'm also the girl that almost cried several years ago when my husband carelessly took down my potential peony plant with one fateful swing of the weed eater. Thankfully, it survived. That little plant was one of my first projects 8 Springs ago, the first Spring we moved here. And each year, I have watched and waited for a little bloom to appear, but each year there's been nothing.
It's been 15 days since we put a "for sale" sign in our yard. This is our last Spring here. Every time I start to feel a little nostalgic about leaving, I focus on the future & think of how much fun we'll have making our new house our new home.
But, the Lord knew just how to make my last Spring here just right. And the day after Mother's Day, a little miracle occurred on the side of my house when the little peony finally debuted in my favorite shade of pink. Only God could do that. Because He knew it would make me smile. Because He knew I would know it was from Him. Because He knows I'm the girl that's crazy about flowers. Because He wanted to remind me...He loves me.
