The “Plant”

We bought a plant. I named him Perry, “Perry the Plant.” 

It felt right to give him a name since I was adamant about him being a permanent fixture in our home. I mean everyone else has a name right?

I welcomed him home and introduced our daughter to him. One day, as I watched her gleefully spritzing his leaves with water from a spray bottle, I realized that, like plants, love has had to fight to stay alive in my life when it just needed a little dedication.

Today, I took a moment to reflect on that because it’s surely worth a moment of reflection.

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Sorry for leaving you hanging. ALOT has transpired. So much that I had to sit in it all and “stew” but I’m ready. I think. Here it is.