Every Friday we unite for five minutes to write on one word. Only five minutes, that's all we get, that's all we have. And then, right where we are, no edits or second-thoughts, we publish those words. This week, we write on garden.
I remember the moment I fell in love with you. I remember you playing "Hey Girl" on my stero and thinking, I will marry you someday. I remember how excited my heart would feel when you called and the funny thing is, it still does. Fourteen years later, I love holding your hand.
I remember falling in love with you too Anna. I remember the exact day, pulling you out of your infant tub and wrapping you in a duck towel. I remember spending that day, just you and me, and I remember feeling connected to you in a way I didn't think was possible. You gave me a my mom title and brought on the weight of family I realized, I once had your heart beating inside of me, and our heart will always be connected.
And Cole, I remember when they placed you in my arms and with you, you instantly slipped into my heart. It was love at first sight little man. No one has done that to me, just you. And each day, as you look at me with beaming love, I fall a little harder.
And my job, I remember falling in love with my job when I first met my Little Sister Erin. I remember realizing the good in this world and the difference one. single. person. can make. I remember falling in love with the idea of family when I met your family Erin.
And that's why, on this snowy Valentine's Day, I am proud to be linked with a brave group of women that are spreading love and spreading good and spreading concern. Lisa-Jo is starting a garden for South Africa. She is spreading her unconditional love to a country most have never stepped foot in and I am proud.
Love is as delicate as a garden and needs just as much nourishment. Don't think for a minute its stays within your home, your family, or in your universe. The more you spread, the more you do for your community, the more love others feel from you and your heart, well, what a world we would live in.
Love IS a garden. Thanks for sharing.