Grace

There is something full and whole in this little orange marigold. Pure and True. Carefully planted in a pot, hand painted by my little boy’s hands. Did I know that when I too planted little orange marigolds and delighted in their growth, that I would also be celebrating a time when he says, “for momma” and hands me the most beautiful gift in the world? Something so simple, yet I find few words to describe the utter joy that I feel. A flower, a pot, a boy that hold so much love that I feel I could burst from being filled so completely with it. Unexpected, healing, grace.