Bouquet

Some folks might call these weeds, but I know better. I get one of these lovely bouquets almost every single day in the winter time, when these little wonders pop up all over our yard.

I love seeing HA's smiling face when he comes to the kitchen door, and hides his hands behind his back to see if I can guess the surprise. I love how he grins when I tuck the sprigs proudly in a jelly jar and set it on my kitchen windowsill. I love the way he smells like earth and sky when I give him his big thank-you hug and kiss.

I cherish every precious handful, straight from his tender heart. Because, one day, he'll be too busy to bring me those flowers in the winter. And I'm going to miss it.