My grade school and related church building were recently renovated for a new purpose, as a resources and crisis center. Yesterday when I heard the news it reminded me of when we were kids and annually celebrated the feast day of the Catholic saint our school was named for, Our Lady of Guadalupe. All the kids at the school would bring a single flower, with its stem wrapped in a wet paper towel and foil to keep the flower fresh. Then we’d have a celebration and each kid would put their flower at the base of a statue of the saint. It was a very sweet memory that came out of nowhere and put a smile on my face.
And then today at work two of the IRDL Scholars brought me cut flowers as a gift. That’s an odd and lovely coincidence, don’t you think?
