You know how when Spring comes and everyone posts poems and pictures about new life? Well, this aint one of them.
I was on a run the other day through the neighborhood and noticed the trees were so gorgeous. I’m talking breathtaking. They were fully bloomed, living as they should: full of color, body, and life. I took it all in and admired it.
Then I passed another tree that hadn’t quite bloomed yet. It was still living, breathing, and a part of Spring. But, it wasn’t fully thriving. It stopped me in my tracks. I took a deep breath because I felt exactly like the tree.
Don’t lose hope on me, I have a point and its not completely depressing. You see, when my Sam is around, I feel completely bloomed. I feel full of color, body, and life. He makes me feel like its Spring every day.
Since he’s been gone, I feel like I’m not quite blooming yet. I’m still joyful, I still have a purpose, and I’m still a part of Spring… but I just haven’t quite burst full of life yet.
When his plane lands and he walks into that hanger, and I run towards that man…. every single fiber of my being will burst into color. fully living. fully bloomed.