Your Garden

Hey Bud, Your garden looks so lovely. The miniature daffodils we planted in the fall are beginning to bloom. The baby hostas are beginning to poke through the soil. The baby's breath is green in anticipation. Ironic, isn't it? Such precious new life emerging while yours will forever stand still. It's still so hard to accept that concept.... Missing and loving you always, Nicholas. PS. Thank you for helping your daddy and brothers put the dock in the lake over the weekend.... (tiny, red, ladybug nestled in the crack of the dock)