A Rare Saturday Post

Thursday, on my way home from work, I stopped by the grocery store.

We needed milk, bananas, paper towels, shampoo, Tylenol PM...

I walked in and saw these flowers.

I stopped.

I fell in love with the orange.

They had purple, too.

Oh, and some yellow (my favorite color).

I'm not a roses kind of girl necessarily.

I love different, unique.

After smelling the purples and the violets and the Gerber Daisies of all colors,

I put these orange beauties in my cart.

The price tag - $5.

Sometimes, I buy myself flowers.

I take them home.

I put them in a vase.

I add water and nutrients to them.

I put them on my table in the front room, or on my kitchen table.

I open the blinds in the morning to bring them sunlight.

I usually only buy them when they are $5.

I buy them for me.

I have finally learned, after 41 years, that I don't need someone else to buy me flowers to prove to me that I am worth it, that I am loved, that I am worthy of love.

I can prove that to myself.

$5 flowers remind me every time I look at them that I AM worth it. I AM loved. AND, I AM worth of love.

$5 flowers remind me to stop for a minute. 

Don't just walk right by the floral department that you have to walk by to get to the rest of the store.

Stop for a minute.

Look. Smell. Touch.

See the beauty. Smell the scent. Touch the fragile, sometimes broken petals.

$5 flowers remind me that we all need water and nutrients.

We all deserve to be in a clean, glass vase with a ribbon tied around it.

We all deserve to have sunlight and to be noticed.

The orange reminds me that Fall is almost here.

The orange reminds me that everything will die soon, so that it can come back to life even better and stronger and more beautiful in the Spring.

The orange reminds me that Heavenly Father has a plan.

And His plan is perfect. 

Orange reminds me that we live in a beautiful world... even if sometimes we need to look a bit harder to see it that way.

$5 flowers remind me to find joy in the journey.

Yellow Flowers

Braxton got me out of bed last night around 9ish. I had to put some dang clothes on and go downstairs. My sweet visiting angel was there with ice cream, root beer, and yellow flowers. Yellow flowers are my absolute favorite. I love yellow. I love flowers. Sometimes I get some for myself because no one else is going to get them for me! But, she did!

Miss Tina is the epitomy of what visiting teaching should be. I always tell my visiting teachers, "Don't come see me!" I seriously feel like I have so much on my plate and I just don't feel like I will be present with them when they come. Miss Tina has fed my children, brought gifts, driven me to the train station over and over so I could go to my doctor appointments in Murray. Her hugs are always timely and her smile makes me heart melt. She loves me and I love her and that really is what is supposed to be happening, People!! It's not supposed to be fake or about making sure we visit so we can check that off the list. It's not supposed to be about not wanting to feel guilty about not going. It's about loving the people around us and following promptings. Always. No matter what.

I have always been so blessed with visiting angels. B Beck and Mo were my visiting teachers when my babies were babies. We started a tradition about 14 years ago of going to lunch together a few times a year. B Beck has been my spirit sister since! She was the first to hold Colton after he was born... even before me! She is one of my "cupboard" people! Miss Tina is amazing in every way. I am just so blessed and I need to be better at blessing others... whether I'm "assigned" to do it or not!

And, happy freaking weekend!!! We get to love on babies tomorrow!!