Grace. Home.

It Bloomed!! I saved this plant from the give-away-table in Married Student Housing's laundry room and have cared for the darn thing for four years without a bloom. At one point it was in the garbage because I thought it was dead, but then I pulled it out and decided to try one more time.
I really love plants but feel absolutely useless in whether they live or die. And when something like this happens, I am reminded of God's grace in such a poignant way. We plant, we water, but God dictates growth. Hallelujah.

I took a nap with the Trumiester this afternoon. It reminded me of home, of growing up, of napping on the couch as a teenager with my cat Boots all up in my face. I am growing more and more attached to the smell of his skin and like with Ethan, every time I pick him up I bury my nose in his head, taking it all in.