I left my wallet at the store. Must have fallen out of my pocket when I was putting Eliya in the car after my weekly trek to the store to feed my big hubby and my always ravenous 13 year old son, the loving one, the smart one. They called and my hubby offered to go get it for me. I was frustrated with myself. Wasted time in an already packed evening. He was gone a little longer than usual and I started to wonder what he was up to. You see he is always making friends with strangers or feeding the man holding the sign in the parking lot. His mission that night was a little different.
He came home with a big bunch of daisies. It was unusual becuase he's not usually a flower buying husband. He gave them to me and said this, " I couldn't pass them up. They reminded me of you...bright and fun and beautiful." That's what these daisies say. Despite all your failures today, despite your sweatpants and disheveled hair you are bright and fun and beautiful. I marvel at the way that man loves me. I marvel that God gave him to me and said he's yours. I marvel. I marvel at God's kindness in talking daisies.
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