Tuesday, May 12, 2015

Dad's Gift

Every year, my French Lilac blooms for Mother's Day. In spite of this year's brutal winter, it stood proud - and loving. So hard for me to believe that my Dad gifted it to me, a baby from his Massapequa garden, almost forty years ago. I know, I know - you've heard this tale, before. But some things are worth repeating.

We need to start a baby for the LakeHouse. 

Forever blooming in my heart… Dad.