When I was a little girl, my grandparents
had lilac trees on their farm.
I loved those trees.
My grandparents have passed away now,
but every spring when the lilac trees bloom,
I think of them.
Tim's parents have several lilac trees
and he and Landon pick a
bouquet for me every year.
Last night Landon came running
in the house holding a bunch of lilacs.
At first I thought how sweet of him,
but then I got a little upset, as I thought he had
gone over to his grandparents
house without telling me.
He said,
"No mom. I just went to the neighbors!"
(Yes. This is the same neighbor with the old shed. Eeek!)
Lord, grant me the serenity...
