Twenty three years ago I moved to my new home with our two year old. Wearing her miniature garden gloves, she pushed the bulbs in the soft dirt, looked up, she smiled at her garden under the bedroom window. Now Molly is twenty five and moved to her own home, while each year the little Snowdrops still push up under her bedroom window, then I remember the sweet little smile, looking at me with pride in her job well done.
5 comments:
That is such a sweet story and memory.
I love that, one day little George can plant some right next to hers. :)
What a very beautiful little story!
Those few words and the photograph misted my eyes Mary, and I flashed on lily of the valley, a smudgy face and muddy gloves, now a lovely young woman going off to college...
Very heartwarming!
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