February 19

Just a simple one today. As we walked home from school this afternoon, Abby paused to gather a big handful of blossoms that had fallen from a tree. (Yep, sorry suffering easterners: it's warm enough here for that kind of thing.)

Not just one but a collection of beautifully delicate little reminders of the promise of new life that comes with springtime (and beyond). And beyond that, I'm thankful that my girl is wise enough to notice, appreciate, and treasure them, too.