To you, this may be a flower in a boot. To me, this is Mother's Day. This is 42 weeks pregnant, then three and a half years of life with her. When Gracie walked out of preschool today holding this, I felt that lump in my throat swell. She couldn't get to me fast enough, yet she was taking each step so carefully as the tiny petals on the flowers were swaying with every rigid step. She had a beaming smile and her ponytail was flopping.
"Happy Mother's Day", she said with outstretched arms.
The lump in my throat grew. It was one of those moments when you see your child turned inside out, when you see their inner-most feelings. It was one of the moments I know I will never forget. It was also one of those moments that I fear the physical image in my mind will fade with time. I wish I had my camera with me.
I'm pretty sure this is the definition of "loving so much it hurts".
She was so proud, so excited, so satisfied with her choice of boot and flower.
She is so treasured.
Love you, Gracie.
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