The promise…
represented by our rings myDarlin’ Robert Kenui Pope, no beginning, no ending… the circle unbroken. And we all gathered, this new formation of our Ohana here in this realm we call life while you and he look down with love from the heavens. She brought to me a gift of tulips in a fish bowl, where the roots, the bulbs, the stems and the flowers are exposed for all to see.
Contrary to what we’ve always thought to be true, these flowers from God grow in the absence of soil, but reach deep into the depths of water; the very sustenance of life. Entering the dark room, the faintest of light shines through the window from Margaritaville onto the petals reaching towards the sky and I know that even in what seems to be the darkest hour, his light and the promise of spring prevails.
Today I am grateful for myDarlin’s love, for His love and the love of our Ohana, for all are just as Spring as we move through the seasons of our lives.
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