How to Love a Dandelion

That Dandelion! Him and his family are so not cool. They take over our yards and make an obnoxious nuisance of themselves with their persistent insistence on growing where they have not been invited... of blooming where they should not have been planted. It's rude. Rude, Dude! And yet, there it is. That mean thing, that. Go away. Leave us alone. Nobody even likes you.

And then.... My sweet son, all on his own, picked me a whole bunch of them. Because he thought they were pretty. He thought I liked them. The very first bouquet my son would pick for me had to be dandelions. And you know what? They were beautiful and perfect, because they were from Jimmy. You can bet I kissed and hugged him and put the plucked heads into a shallow dish of water to display his cute little thoughtfulness.

Having a dish of dandelion heads on my table was like having a little bowl full of sunshine. Jimmy taught me a different way to look at this nasty weed.

Now, when I look out the window at our dandelion field, I see sun drops glistening against the green of our yard. I see nature's little celebration of Spring. I see a childlike joy in the beauty of the simple, little things. I see God's way of saying, Winter is over, and I even put careful detail and design into the little things, like the weeds I gave you. I see a thing to be thankful for, and I am going to go out and party it up with Winston and Jimmy.

Thank you, God, for dandelions and the sweet little boy who taught me to love them!

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