First name / Friend, in the business of day-to-day life, it can be easy to overlook the gifts which nature bestows to us in miraculous ways. Not long after Catherine died, it was hard to see anything past my own grief, hard to look anywhere but down. And maybe that's why the mama bird left a pile of grass on my porch…perhaps she knew that she had to leave something down below to have me look up. And it worked. My eyes rose to discover a hidden bird nest tucked above our lamplight, a tiny fortress for the babies nestled safely inside. And tucked into the walls of this fortress was the tiniest of purple blooms…violets…Catherine's middle name and favorite flower. I will always be eternally grateful to that mama bird's gift to me; a simple gift that made me look up and helped me believe in miracles again.
May this month and every month that follows, fill you with awe at the gifts delivered by feathered friends, nature's beauty and the sky above.
