Grandma Mary’s daisies bloomed today. It makes my heart smile each year that the daisies we transplanted from her house bloom on her birthday. Last night I noticed that two or three were just about to pop. Then, today after lunch, I stepped onto the porch in hopeful anticipation. And there they were.
I miss her. Darling Husband misses her. It breaks my heart that she never got to hold Memmy, that she didn’t get to see Sissy do cartwheels and flips, that she didn’t get to see Bubby ride a bike, that she didn’t get to see Tiggy graduate from high school.
I’m grateful for her daisies every year. Every year, it’s one more gift to remind them all how much their grandma loved them.