sometimes i think about how my late husband used to call jasmine 'the moon's favorite flower' because it blooms at night... been wrapping bouquets all day and that memory just found me again. funny how grief shows up in the smallest, gentlest ways.
sometimes i think about how my late husband used to call jasmine 'the moon's favorite flower' because it blooms at night... been wrapping bouquets all day and that memory just found me again. funny how grief shows up in the smallest, gentlest ways.