Picking Wildflowers
Laying down in a field of tall grass, I felt the coolness of the Earth below me. The sun was shining ever so brightly between the patchy clouds in the sky while an occasional gentle breeze of dry air blew towards me, leaving my skin feeling both warm and refreshed. Looking around in my surroundings, I spotted a butterfly dancing in the wind. Interested by the striking markings of this butterfly, I got up from laying in the tall grass and began to have this butterfly lead me to a beautiful patch of wildflowers.
Standing in this beautiful patch of wildflowers while taking in all of the lovely scents, I was memorized by this butterfly flying from flower to flower receiving it’s reward of nectar. Noticing that this butterfly resembled a monarch, a picture of my mom came into my mind. See, she loves butterflies, but monarchs in particular. As I continued to watch the butterfly and wildflowers exchange their ‘gifts’ to one another, I thought what a nice surprise it would be if I picked some wildflowers for her.
Picking wildflowers, I began to get a sense of excitement thinking of the surprised look she’ll have on her face. Picking wildflowers, I began to smile from ear to ear. Picking wildflowers, I began to sense the love and gratitude I have for her deep within my heart. Eventually came the time when I gave these wildflowers to her. With her face saying it all, that was the time when I began to breathe through my heart.
Happy Mother’s Day, Mom! I love you! 🌺🌻😘❤️
