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Stop and Smell the (teeny tiny) Flowers

Posted on May 5th, 2014

Another work day over, I stepped down the cement walkway toward the front porch when a tiny little hand holding a tiny little flower was thrust up into my face.

“Look Dad, I picked a flower for you.”

My focus moved from the flower, to the hand, to the shining face smiling up at me.

Yes, currently my life is full of sadness, bitterness, anger and questions. Yes, I have a right to feel each of these emotions, but the earth is still spinning and I have tiny flowers to admire and tend. May we all, regardless of the pain, find something beautiful in the tiny flowers surrounding us.

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