A month after my mom died, we moved into a new home. That fall (2008), I bought a bunch of Tulips. My kids and I planted them and talked about my mom and their grandma the entire time. It was a happy moment. The following spring, Tulips bloomed. I smiled and thought of my mom each time I saw them.
Last fall (2009), I bought more Tulips. This time, only Hayden and I planted them. Again, we talked about Grandma Kathy. He loves to talk about her. I hate that his memories of her are what I tell him. I wish he had had more time with her. As we finished planting our tulips, I kept five bulbs out.
On a Sunday, last Fall, I told Aaron I had five tulip bulbs left. I asked him if he thought it was dumb that I wanted to try to plant them at the cemetery by my mom's grave.
I have to say - I am so thankful for a husband that supports me. He never laughs at my ideas and he does whatever he can to make my ideas happen. So I don't know why I expected him to say all the things I had already thought of like:
"The lawn mower is just going to mow over them" or
"I don't think they will grow in grass" or
"Your mom really doesn't care if she has tulips at her grave."
Nope - he didn't say any of these things. He stood up, got his shovel (not a little hand shovel, but the BIG kind) and we got in the car - just the two of us. We planted five tulip bulbs.
I love going to the cemetery when it is WARM outside. It hasn't been warm for a while. But yesterday was WARM. I packed a lunch - basically picked it up at a drive-thru, and Hayden and I headed to the cemetery for a picnic.
This is what I saw...
All five are there.
I smiled and thought of my mom.
Then...amidst one of the Tulips, I saw this...
a GIGANTIC WEED.
Can you just hear Mom?
"Look at that one. Doesn't that look fun?? It like popping ..." ...never mind... :)