Daughter is coughing up a storm here, and I'm all sniffly, but we are in good spirits. So we step outside into nature, to take in the beauty of this day. Only this day had many surprises in store for us.

We sat for about an hour, both in awe at how our Willow keeps stretching its limbs high towards the Sun. There's a lesson to be learned here, and I'm humbly accepting it, with open heart. I know my daughter understands it, too.

The doorbell rings, and as I look through the peep-hole I recognize who it is. My young one is not to miss a step, so she's promptly asking as to who is at the door. I told her she's going to want to see this.

As I open, she cries out in joy and excitement. "It's the man, the man with our new tree, Mom!"

Only the man has two trees, and my daughter is to decide which one will now grace our space and our lives. She looks at them both, studies them, extends her left hand out to feel the thickest of the tree. She looks up at all the fresh leaves, lifting her hands to softly touch them. A whisper. I glance at her, and notice her eyes are full of tears. I feel it, too. She's chosen. We thank the man, and she helps me carry our new tree to our backyard.

After watering our new willow tree, she named it, and then she looked at me.

"Mom, where is Willow going to be at now? She growing, and we need to take care of her."

"We'll relocate her, until she grows stong enough to be out there again. We'll just keep her closer. And that will be a good thing for all of us."

"Yeah."

[contemplative silence]

"Oh no, Mom, you still haven't done my blog! How am I going to show everybody our new tree?!"

Her flowers are growing, as is her mind.

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You can take a peek here: The Secret Garden. She's already created her first post -only five years old. (Yes, my heart just skipped a beat!) She's inviting you to several things. I'm not going to edit her writing. I want to see her progress online. She was sounding out all the words as she typed, and they're up in said manner. The default style won't be there too long, since she's pouring out ideas, and my head is starting to think code and CSS all over again. Fun. Working designs always is. Go on now, read, and leave her a comment; you'll make it a day she'll always remember. ;o)