Zechariah 4:10 asks, "Who has despised the day of small things?"
I believe it is often in the smallest of day-to-day moments that our relationships deepen & our memories are the strongest.
As far back as I can remember I had always been intrigued by Great Britain. While I was still in highschool, I asked my parents if I might spend a semester there in college. They agreed & it would become an experience that would forever impact our lives for the better. I had my choice of living in an apartment with other international students or living with a "British family". I chose the family as I wanted to be fully immersed in their culture. Jesse & Vic were to become my new "parents" & it is with the greatest of love I look back on our time together. I have ever after said, "I have my mom & dad, as well as my Mum & Vic".
In America these flowers are called, "Primrose", but I call them "Polyanthas", as Jesse taught me. When I first arrived for my semester abroad they were nearly the only thing in bloom. I purchased 3 little pots of them this year & they brightened my home in the last of the dark, winter months here. God graced me with literally hundreds of amazing images of these & I randomly chose one for my blog header these past months. Now that it is time to post a new image there, I keep this in a post to remember all the warm moments of memories in their kitchen as I adjusted to a new way of life in my home on the other side of the world.
When I see polyanthas in my kitchen window, I am transported back in time & across the pond. I always lingered after meals to help with the dishes. It seemed the right thing to do & I never wanted our mealtime conversations to end. Vic would wash, I would dry & Jesse would put them away. We regailed each other with stories, & laughed endlessly. I still see the gleam in Vic's eyes, hear the sparkle of Jesse's laughter & feel the warmth as we bonded into a true family.
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