A friend posted recently that she would have to stock her liquor cabinet because school is ending for the summer and her kids will be home all the time.
And this week, while she was out shopping for liquor, I was shopping for flowers for my twelve year old son’s grave and desperately wishing for one more summer…
I chose daffodils.
Not because they are my favorite. Or his.
I chose daffodils because they make me feel hopeful is a world filled with hopelessness.
They are messengers delivering the news of winter’s end.
Renewed life. Renewed hope.
Their delicate blooms do not linger long.
But they give us hope for the coming spring and summer.
And when winter lingers, we all need reminders that spring is coming.
I wandered lonely as a cloud
that floats on high o’er vales and hills
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils’
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
-William Wordsworth (1770-1850)
I am incredibly grateful for our littlest one and I am looking forward to all of the moments of summer with him.
Cherish every moment…