I return today to a little park that I once frequented with strollers and juice boxes–back when my oldest started kindergarten instead of middle school.
So much time has passed! We walk down a familiar path that we’d forgotten about: the butterfly garden trail that six years later has grown indeed.
Well-planned and perfectly tended by a whole community of experts, this garden attracts the most beautiful butterflies.
As I walk down this path, I note how much beauty can grow up in just a few years. The seeds planted all those years ago have grown into this:
We grow up, too, in this community. Walking down the path with young ladies instead of toddlers, I’m thankful for a garden path that reminds me how the seeds parents–and the whole community– plant into the lives of children do one day bloom.