Olivia brings me flowers every day. They aren't the fancy kind from a florist, they aren't even traditionally what you'd use in an arrangement. They're usually small, for small hands to grasp easily. I never would have chosen those kinds of flowering shrubs to plant around my house. She finds them on our evening walks, or when we're passing a bush on the way through a parking lot. "Mommy, I want to pick you a flower!" she'll say excitedly.
Some days, when I haven't had time to clean for a while, I'll look around a notice a lot of dead and dying flowers scattered around the house. One day I was feeling annoyed that there's just so much to do - in life, in general! - , and not enough time or energy. I swept up all the dead flowers within radius and tossed them in the trash.
Then I stopped to figuratively smell these roses and remember that there will come a day when the flowers will stop, and my girl will have other interests. I love the flowers; dead, wilted, fresh - I love them all because they came from her.
That's what I'm thankful for today.
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