Planting Flowers

It's been a long time Mom since I have written. You know, I should write this more because I think of you every day, but lately it's every minute.

It's Spring which has become my favorite time of the year. I plant flowers like crazy - something I never knew about until after you died. I knew you did it. I knew you enjoyed it, but I never understood why... I also couldn't understand why when you were doing it you would tell us kids to leave you be or you would do it early in the morning before we opened our eyes at noon? :) I know now.

Tranquility.

You time.

Time to think about your day, your week, the hour. Time to think about you. Time to think of how to feel better than you do. Time to think about whatever it was that you wanted to start doing with your life.

You know, I can't begin to tell you how much of that time I enjoy now myself. It's like planting flowers is planting away your worries. Planting away all those things that could make you anything but happy so when your little child came to say, "but Mommy, I want to help" and they grab that shovel and start digging right next to that flower you just put in the ground, that you can look at them with those bright eyes you have and say "I would love your help baby".

Planting flowers, planting away the bad and breathing in the good.

I love you Mom. I love you for teaching me how to plant flowers when you were no longer here to be mine.