She Picked My Crocus!

crocus |ˈkrōkəs|noun ( pl. crocuses or croci |-kī, -sī| )

a small, spring-flowering plant of the iris family, which grows from a corm and bears bright yellow, purple, or white flowers. THIS is NOT a crocus, just a flower photo that I took!
Every year an innocent little violet crocus springs up, in the middle of winter, in the middle of dead grass, on my farm, on the way to the mailbox. Nowhere else, on my 6 acre spread, will you find a tiny crocus, or any crocuses for that matter.
Every year, in the middle of some crises, my husband manages to show up, crocus in hand, reaching out towards me with great love...to soothe my spirit.
This year on a gloomy day as I felt inadequate for some reason on my way to the mailbox, I encountered the crocus, stopped to pick it, then decided - NO, I was going to wait to see how my husband would present it to me this year. (Something to look forward to!)
Day after by went by. I hadn't received the little bloom yet. 
Then one sunny afternoon, my little 12 year old bursts into the kitchen, crocus in hand-reached out toward me, "Mommy! I picked this for you!"
My heart sunk. I wouldn't receive this flower from my husband this year. This flower would not cheer me up this year. This flower would have no deep seeded meaning to me.
Then it struck me, my child, my adopted little girl, in her excitement to show her love for me, yanked that beauty out of the ground (probably roots and all), in a gesture of love.
Blessings come in all different ways and disguises. I am happy to have only been "ticked" for only a quick moment. The crocus is dead now. But I feel special. And she knows that she put a smile on her momma's  face. I did ok. 

How then, will I receive the crocus next year, we'll have to wait and see.

For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope. Jeremiah 29:11