flowers

With the warmer weather our flowers are blooming profusely, and Will has begun the habit of going out and picking a flower for me each day. I really feel honored by this as I am the only one to receive his gift so far. Most of our spring flowers were daffodils planted by my mother. I don't mean a couple here and there but hundreds spread out amongst our woods and lawn! Every spring they come to life reminding me of her and of God's gift to man, his only Son. So now these flowers have yet another memory for me to treasure. The love of an abandoned boy, thousands of miles away, waiting to blossom like the beauty of a daffodil, and by God's Hand he is!