I went on a walk with my girl (who just got out of the hospital…again) and saw these lovely leaves sprouting from the side of a tree.
It made me think:
Sometimes new growth is just a beautiful as flowers. [tweetthis display_mode=”button_link”]Sometimes new growth is just a beautiful as flowers.[/tweetthis]
The thought nearly took my breath away. Everything we thought we’d be doing right now (her swimming, me finishing writing a book) never came to pass.
And so we’re doing other things, trying to plan a new path. I’ve been stuck mourning the life we lost that I haven’t taken the time to see the new areas that are good.
If I’m being honest, I’m not sure what those things are quite yet, but I’m choosing to believe that they’re good…and just as beautiful as the flowers we would have produced.