I love that my husband has a gardener's heart.
I love that he planted these happy little crocus bulbs indoors for our pleasure.
I love that, day after day, we watched in anticipation as green foliage emerged, leading the way for papery, oblong buds.
I love that, when the glory of this springtime announcement finally blossomed, our little son peered over the pot and placed a sweet little kiss on the new flower.
Seeing him react to simple beauty that way was a moment of revelation for me:
Shouldn't I be more reverent of that which is good and beautiful and pure, responding to it with gestures of silent joy?
1 comment:
What a beautiful picture and commentary! Thanks for sharing the beauty and gratitude of that experience with Thomas,too! Mom S.
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