Tuesday, January 20, 2015

One of those days

It was one of those days where I needed to speak positive words over every step I took. One of those days where I had to take a big, deep breath--a lot. One of those days I wished I could start over.

It was also one of those days where a classroom of teenagers was the perfect medicine. One of those days where I got so lost in my work that the time flew by. One of those days that another mama spoke gently over me, words she didn't even know I needed to hear. One of those days that held something so unexpected.

Sandy told me how she saw the little flowers at the store and they were so cheery. Told me how she wanted them, as we both found ourselves aching for spring. She found me out later in the day, tucked away and nearly buried under papers, and she held out a little brown bag and a smile.



Inside the bag were the sweetest, cheery yellow blossoms smiling up at me.

"OH MY GOSH," I exclaimed. "YOU DIDN'T!" But she did.

At home, as I lifted the pot out of the bag, I found a tiny card with hand-drawn happy flowers across the front, telling me I'm loved.

Over dinner, we all shared something good about our day. I spoke about the flowers, and cried.

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