I got back from my Thanksgiving holiday this afternoon. When I walked in my apartment, the first thing I saw was a new flower on my peace lily plant.
If you are unfamiliar with the story of my peace lily plant, and the significance of a new flower, I encourage you to read this post.
Coming home to a new flower felt like my sister and my father were greeting me as I returned from this past weekend. I smiled and offered a prayer of gratitude.
Then I managed to shove eight containers full of cookies in my freezer.