Thursday, May 3, 2012
From him for me.
I saw the weed on my door handle and flicked it away. It wasn't until I had started the car that I began wondering about the irony of where it lay. How could it be that this pesky bud would land so perfectly where it did for me to find.
Early that afternoon, on his way home from school, he saw this pretty yellow flower. He thought of what a nice surprise it would make for his mom. He plucked it up and carried it home with pride then set it where he knew she was sure to find it.
I closed my eyes and made a wish.
...a wish that he keeps this gentle tenderness forever.
I'm thankful he's mine.