Every year I receive a gorgeous bouquet of roses aound this time of year. One of my friends in college even caught me crying when I got it one year. So beautiful. Not so much the flowers themselves ... but the beauty of the love my father has shown me my whole life.
from the little girl who you tickled till she wet herself, the kid who when she started something you finished it (water fight?), the awkward girl who you told every Sunday that she looked beautiful, the grown up girl who is so appreciative of the love you share with her, displaying the love that God the Father has for His own. Thank you for the flowers.