Sunday, June 20, 2010
It is a gift of Father's Day for us. We can only share it with my husband via the internet, but it is a symbol of hope for me, and a reminder that only because of him, am I here to witness this. He is the Minnesotan, I am not...not yet anyway. I still feel like a tourist here. I drive from place to place with my GPS and I frequently navigate informational websites. I learn something new about this place, and about my husband, with each passing day.
This flower has impressed more upon me than its vibrant display. It represents for me all it is I strive for in life and in my marriage. In the spot where this flower popped this morning, snow and ice sit for nearly five months. The pile of snow was above my hip this year. In the middle of winter, it is impossible to imagine that fragile beauty like this could exist. Nothing is more hopeful than knowing that life can survive and eventually thrive after the harshest of conditions.