Eternal Majestic Flowers

Once many years ago my father was having a heart to heart talk with me his daughter and he compared me to being his little flower. For some reason it has touched my heart in many ways through the years. Probably because as I've grown and matured, strengthening relationships all around me I notice a lot of comparisons.  Even the pretty flowers all around in the Summer months are so colorful and bring beauty, I think of the Poinsettia and cactus flowers or what about the desert flowers and wild flowers... all so beautiful each in there own way. For whatever time of year the beauty is there.
                                                                 

Now that I'm a mom of six beautiful daughters I find myself thanking God for sending me all these beautiful flowers that brighten my days.  They make a drab world colorful! And have you noticed, they make all these men in our lives happier.  I've even noticed a change in my husband through the years from raising all these lovely little ladies.  His rough edges have been smoothed a bit. He is reluctant to tell us "no" or raise his voice.  It breaks his heart if he knows he's upset one of his girls. He always has a watchful eye making sure they understand eternal truths. He displays such respect for the girls. My sons are the same way... probably the simple fact that we are simply the beautiful flowers arrayed in this world making it a prettier place to be!

I don't mean to paint a picture that isn't real... the girls are not spoiled brats going around getting their way all the time. Discipline and manners are taught and polite behavior is expected.  It's just the nature God created us I suppose and men too for that matter.  Like Sunday for example. Melissa was fasting. She had a white chocolate bunny in her room left over from Easter.  Being hungry but wanting to show her faith in the Savior she took the chocolate bunny and divided it into several pieces. Then wrapping them in napkins and ribbon she placed them on everyone's pillows. Late at night I found my sweet little package on my bed.  My heart was touched that this sweet little flower of mine was growing towards the sun...God's Son!

This morning I chuckled to myself as Becca came down from her room ready for school wearing her grey bell-bottom pants and white turtle-neck sweater tucked in. She had her belt neatly fastened and wanted her hair in low pony tails over her ears.  She said she was watching Brady Bunch and loved what Jan was wearing... so she wore the same.  I complimented her and thought of my neat and comely little flower. I'm glad she is trying to dress like modest role-models even if they are from the 70's!

Addilynn plays dollies every minute of the day that she can.  She must have a Mommy and a Daddy when she plays barbies.  Often times I see her or hear her play.  They are usually going for walks, doing housework together and a lot of the time kissing!  I have asked her if Daddy and I kiss that much. This sweet little flower of mine is still so very young.  She is innocent and doesn't know much of what is going on in the world with all the gay activists  yet in her perfect world there must be a mommy and a daddy.  This little flower of mine is wise.

Dynamite does come in small packages and Emmie is our little dynamite.  Pointing her finger at me she declared, "I have gone potty three times today and I am DONE."  She expressed herself in her most articulated and gentle way she could, not yelling at me but simply letting me know on what grounds she stood.  She does not enjoy being reminded to use the potty! Actually, the more I think of it what a strong flower she is. Certainly no pansies  but with the strength of one...fighting the snow it will poke it's little petals up even in the cold.  Her mind is her own and no one will tell her different.

Ahhh... and my two beautiful daughters that are raised...I pay special tribute to the flowers they are.  I like to think of Hilary as a beautiful wildflower. In the Idaho western town I grew up in, Indian Paint Brushes grew everywhere.  Their beautiful purple petals could be seen against the brown and green hills from a great distance away.  They are a strong flower holding up to the winds and cold mountain weather.  Hilary works hard, she's smart, and she's a survivor.  However, she is also tender and beautiful and will give anything to another's need.  Ashley is like the rose because many times roses are given as gifts.  When Harry and I married he brought with him the most beautiful gift I will forever treasure into my life.  She is bright and her soft and gentle nature, like the rose fills my heart with happiness.  You know when a huge bouquet of roses are displayed on your table and everytime you walk past them or think of them sitting there it brings a smile.  Well, Ashley brings this smile to all who know her.