To Life,
How long ago did you drop that little seed onto my lap? Leaving it to me, to watch over, to care for, to love.
It feels like an eternity—though, I know, truly, it has only been 15 years.
In every moment, there is my little seed.
My little seed that is ever so thoughtful.
The one who willingly holds anyone’s things for them, no matter if the person’s hands are free enough to do it themselves. The one who will switch shoes with you when yours start to hurt your feet. The one who I know will go on all my random mid-day adventures with me, and will do it with a smile on their face.
My little seed that never fails to make me smile.
The one who I can just look at, and we start laughing together. The one who finds the strangest things to laugh at, but always makes a point to show me, too. The one who makes extra food when they know it’s one of my favorite meals, even when they were only cooking for themselves.
My little seed that is always there for me.
The one who listens to all my tangents, no matter how big or small of a matter it may be to them, because they know, to me, it is important. The one who laughs along with me at all my mistakes and mess-ups. The one who I know I can talk to about anything and everything, just as they can with me.
It feels like an eternity—though, I know, truly, it has only been 15 years.
For 15 years, I have watched over my little seedling. I watched as it stumbled and fell over, but, more importantly, I watched as it took root and sprouted. I watched as it sprouted until it became the vibrant, kaleidoscopic flower it is today.
The moment that it transformed from that little seedling I once knew it to be to the flower I know it as now, I can’t quite pinpoint. Maybe it was when we were laughing over some weird dance one of us did. Or maybe it was on one of those drives where I drove a little too far. Or maybe it was when we were performing some random song we had made up together.
But, at some point, I blinked, and my seedling turned into a flower.
I can’t quite remember a time before my little seedling. All I know is the time I have been given with it. The time I have been given to watch it grow, bloom, and blossom. It grew, and it grew until before I had realized it, I began growing alongside it; I began growing because of it.
I can’t quite remember a time before my little seedling, but I also don’t want to. It has brought me laughter and happiness I would not exchange for the world.
How long ago did you drop that little seed onto my lap? Leaving it to me, to watch over, to care for, to love.
It feels like an eternity—though, I know, truly, it has only been 15 years.
So, here’s to another year with you, my flower.
Love always,
Alysse
