March 22

Brady plucked this little flower for me this afternoon when I picked him up from school. I was standing on the sidewalk at the time talking with a friend so I didn't really look at it until we finished chatting. I was bit surprised when I finally did take a gander at the gift.

I don't know about anyone else, but I see a tiny heart. I guess I could call it an imperfection since the entire center should be yellow, but I won't because love --real love that comes straight from God Himself-- is never imperfect. It's sometimes surprising and unexpected and isn't always easy to give --or, depending on who you are, to receive-- but it's always perfect.