Toby and I had a good day today, it was busy, productive and fun. We had our French class this morning and Toby enjoyed doing the actions to various sports and picked up the words fairly quickly.
We ran some errands, had a quick lunch, did more errands and then met friends at a local ornamental garden. The beds on the way to the rope swing were full of snowdrops, they were beautiful – so pure and fragile but strong enough to withstand the cold weather.
The snowdrops made me think of this poem which was read at Rory’s cremation.
‘The world may never notice if a Snowdrop doesn’t bloom,
Or even pause to wonder if the petals fall too soon,
But every life that ever forms or even comes to be,
Touches the world in some small way for all eternity.
The little one we longed for was swiftly here and gone,
But the love that was then planted is a light that still shines on,
And though our arms are empty our hearts know what to do,
Every beating of our hearts says that we love you.’