The other day, while going through my dad’s old notes to prepare for this, I found these words he’d scribbled on a little pink post-it:
“Thriving kids have a look – a demeanor – like when flowers stretch out to meet the sun. A vibrancy, an energy, a buoyancy, a curiosity.”
Just a quick thought he wanted to remember, I’m sure, but so beautiful it took my breath away.
Yesterday, while playing with Truman in the backyard, I snapped a quick pic of these flowers. When I looked at the resulting image, my breath stopped short again: the flowers were stretched out to meet the rays of sun – as my little guy, thriving like crazy these days, giggled in the background.
The synchronicity felt Heaven-sent and too sweet not to share. Hope you agree, dear ones.
