Love is Old, Love is New

The past six weeks have been an ineffable ebb and flow of overwhelming emotion and numbness. I have found so much joy in noticing Spring and the new life it breathes into my surroundings. I remember my art professor once saying that a rose is the most beautiful in the moment it gracefully bows its head to die. In that moment, it has flawlessly fulfilled the measure of its creation as a beautiful rose and can shamelessly bow its head and wilt gracefully.

My grandpa sent me these beautiful flowers while I was in the hospital with Abby.

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It was a beautiful bright bouquet that sat cheerily among my many others that kept showing up over the weeks following Abby’s short life. Eventually the meals, treats, cards, and flowers tapered off and eventually each bouquet dried up and died. On the day I finally decided to throw away all the dead flowers, I noticed that some bouquets wilted much more beautifully than others. While I still ended up tossing most of them, the orange roses that my grandpa had sent me seemed even more beautiful and strangely vibrant in death. I separated them from the rest of the bouquet and put them in their own vase. They now sit on my dresser and literally become more lovely with each passing day.

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“To understand the meaning of death, we must appreciate the purpose of life. The dim light of belief must yield to the noonday sun of revelation, by which we know that we lived before our birth into mortality.”

– President Thomas S. Monson

 

“They are raised to dwell with God who has redeemed them: thus they have eternal life through Christ, who has broken the bands of death.”

“And little children also have eternal life.” – Mosiah 15:23 and 25

 

On this beautiful Easter Sunday, I am grateful that no matter how cold and dark the winter, spring time always follows. JJ and I have loved going on walks and feeding the ducks at Fairmont Park lately now that the weather is warming up. Here are some snapshots of the Springtime beauty that has been popping up in abundance. There is something very healing about walking outside and being surrounded by blossoms of new life.

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Spring has officially sprung and new life is blossoming and/or waddling everywhere! Love is old, love is new.

And the beat goes on.

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One comment

  1. I feel like I have noticed the newness and joy of spring more this year as well. Thank you for sharing your beautiful thoughts and pictures. Love, another Angel Momma!

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