I wish I could bottle up & sell the flurry of emotions I had when Emily came out of the school with this in her hands. Okay, I’m slightly exaggerating. Her aide was carrying it, but it really was very emotional to me & I do wish I could bottle it up to share with everyone.
From a sproutling……a sprout. I have a sneaking suspicion that Emily ran the other direction when they asked her to touch that dirt. Are you giggling? I am.
My very first Mother’s Day present from Emily. Well aside from the ones that my husband buys & says they are from the girls. For which I am truly thankful. There is something to be said about getting a homemade present. It’s priceless & it makes me weepy.
Could my kitchen windowsill be any more complete?
As none can see the wind but in its effects on the trees, neither can we see the emotions but in their effects on the face and body.
~Nathaniel LeTonnerre, translated