Emerson and I were in the backyard last week playing, and I couldn't help but notice that one of my trees was loosing its pretty purple blossoms to tiny little buds that promised me green leaves. Part of me was a little sad to see the purple blossoms go as I have enjoyed their color during the last few weeks. They are brilliant purple, and I loved looking out the window from the kitchen or living room and seeing them share Spring with me. I was thinking about how I would miss the color when I looked down at the ground and noticed that one of my bushes is budding deliciously red flowers. This made me smile. Instantly, my thoughts went to Emerson and P2, and I found a little peace for which I have been looking. You see, my sweet little Emerson is small in size but so big in personality and wit. She is learning so fast, which surprises people when they meet her as she is picking up multiple words every day now, and is speaking in short sentences. She seems to be in a phase in which her first little blossoms are falling away to bud a more mature self. It is truly brilliant to watch and have a hand in, and I thank God that he lent her to me. As I am slowly letting go of her infanthood, I am thankful that I am being given another chance to watch a baby grow into toddlerhood. My P2 is moving every day now inside me, and I can't wait to see what kind of personality and style he/she will have. What color blossoms will P2 share with me? What shape will his/her leaves be?
And so, the Spring is slowly fading but will surely return, and I will learn another lesson about loving and letting go.
