Yesterday evening I had an idea of what pictures and what angle I was going to approach this challenge.Today the angle changed but surprisingly the pictures did not.Yesterday I looked at the photo of the flower, a wildflower called Fleabane with a bloom about the size of my thumbnail, and how the delicate petals were able to cradle a drop of rain.I looked at the hand of my Mother-In-Law and how the new ring my sister-in-law gave her shows just how delicate her aged hands are. That was yesterday.
Today I look at the drop of water in the delicate caress of the flower’s petals as a symbol of hope. Today I look at the aged hands as a blessing, for old age is a gift denied many. Why the change? Because today I received a 60-second phone call that brings into focus why it is important to enjoy every second we have. It is because of that call that tomorrow I have to find a way to comfort old friends and grieve with them at the loss of their child. It is because of that call that I treasure today for life is truly delicate.