Yesterday I was doing some chores in the house while my kids played in the backyard. My daughter came running up to the door, full of excitement. "Mommy, mommy! I have something for you! Look, I got you a weed!"
It struck me as very funny that she referred to her beautiful gift as a weed. But in no way did that diminish her enthusiasm and sincerity in offering that gift to me. A lovely and heartfelt gift, it was accepted with great pleasure and gratitude. The tiny weed is now situated in a very small glass jar on my kitchen counter.
I look at it and smile. I see a weed, yes, but I also see beauty, joy, and love.