We had a picnic at Stanford yesterday, and it was such a beautiful day. Pat joined us on the lawn, and we loved watching the kids scooter down the hill over and over and over again. They had such fun! Afterwards, we went to try to find the "secret spot" we had stumbled upon last time- the grove of tall grass that was home to dozens of ladybugs. But when we got there, the grass had been cut, and the ladybugs were gone. The kids weren't really phased, but I was sad- I loved those ladybugs! It reminded me to cherish the moment, and enjoy all the little things you experience, because you probably won't get to repeat them. We walked along, enjoying the trees and birds, and discovered a grove of wildflowers. Oh, how I love wildflowers! Not only are they breathtaking with their rainbow colors, they are survivors, they are resilient, they are amazing. How can they grow, baking in the hot sun, in dry, craggly dirt, with no one tending them? They seem to thrive while bucking all our ideas of what things need, what's necessary to grow. Wildflowers make me smile because they make me believe that anything is possible, we can all bloom, no matter where we're planted, because we're strong too, we're exceptional, we're amazing.
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