I'm not sure what kind of flowers these are, but the house I lived in when I was small had a tree that bloomed these same blossoms. As Liam and I were walking around the neighborhood the other day I noticed this tree and began to wax poetic in my mind about times past.
Liam seemed to be as enchanted with them in person as I was in my mind. In my mind they reminded me of a time when I was happy with my world. (I guess an elementary student doesn't have too much to be upset about.) But after we moved, and my parents divorced I spent nearly every moment NOT being present in life...always wishing I was somewhere else. Imagining myself someplace else until Liam came along. Going to all his activities has finally grounded me here in Baltimore. He has allowed me to be comfortable having roots in a place. He has allowed me to connect to the people and places here in a way that I haven't been able to do in a long time.
And, then he reminded me that everything has the possibility to be something else, something cooler. Like, say if you put said flower into your busy ball popper you can make snow indoors.
