There is one exception. A peace lily. A gift from a dear friend who, though the miles and years have separated us, has never felt any less a friend of the heart. On the occasion of Ben's birth, she brought me this plant. I can remember her on the front porch, handing me this plant, and thinking to myself that this plant was not long for this world once it was under my care. But I was wrong. It has traveled with us through many a move. Every now and then, it even blooms. It hasn't for the longest time though.
On Friday, we will celebrate Ben's birthday. He would have officially been a teenager. I try and imagine him that old but I can't. He will forever be my little Ben. I miss him all the time, yet I find the tears flow freer near his birthday. I have been sad and moody for days and just wishing to have him smile at me again. And then this morning, I happened to look at that peace lily and would you know it, it was blooming! Three white flowers to cheer my heart. I choose to believe that he sent me some flowers for his birthday.
|See all those brown leaves? I noticed while I was taking this picture and gave the plant some much needed pruning this morning.|