Wildflowers

I remember a time growing up when our family was displaced from our home at Castle AFB (California) so the floor tiles could be replaced. I don’t remember where we were living for those few days while the floors were being worked on. What I do remember is coming home from a neighbor excursion with a huge fistful of wildflowers for my mom. The smile on her face, the twinkle in her eyes, the feeling of pleasure I received from experiencing her happiness imprinted itself onto my brain and I’ve never forgotten it.

Texas weather is fickle but the wildflowers always know when it’s time to bloom.

The mancubs have begun bestowing gifts from the field and yard on me. The sweetness and joy in their faces as they deliver their treasures melts my heart. Every time.

… even when the oldest brought in a dandelion ready to release its seeds with the slightest breath – that one got bagged & tossed before its’ progeny could land in fertile soil

These boys … my boys …

My prayer for them today is that they’d never cease to wonder at the beauty around them. That they receive as much joy in giving gifts as they do in receiving them. And that they remember these moments of their childhood when they’re older & smile.

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