There was knock upon my door this morning. A little one wearing his ‘Sunday best’ shifting uncomfortably in his ‘don’t get ’em dirty’ shoes.

He had a small woven basket in his hands filled with only the loveliest of blooms.

“These are for you,” he beamed. “I did it all by myself!”

At just 3 years old, this little one recognized that which those much older often miss.

That the truer gift is in the sentiment.

He had worked all day, you see ~ running errands with his Mother. And in order to earn ‘just enough’ to buy a few pretty flowers for his neighbor.

“These are ‘for inside’ flowers,” he smiled. “So you can see them all the time.”

My garden had fallen into such a state of disrepair. Once a point of pride, it was now marked with the overgrowth of this past year’s challenge. I felt saddened as I remembered how lovely it felt to watch the little ones marvel over each spectacular new bloom.

How amazing that this little one’s eyes could see straight through to the truer need.

“Do you know what would make me really happy,” I asked kneeling down to his 3 year old level. “If you’d get out of these silly clothes, and help me go digging in the garden.”

Truth be told, I’d have to say ~ I never saw a little one move so fast 😉

So often we talk of those angels amongst us, though often we disregard the smallest of hearts. Sure, Sunday clothes are nice, but – an afternoon of dirt under the nails?

Now, that is a forever kind of priceless! And, that which I presently can’t possibly do, is made possible through the love of another.

And that, my darlings – is the truer gift.

Because every time I look to those once impossible blooms – I’ll see the softer glow of this little one’s kindness.

And, hopefully he’ll think of the day he created a garden of ‘outside’ flowers.

In peace…

Namaste ❤️