Isn't a bunch of tulips a fleeting beauty?
I still can't throw them out.
Because they still somehow are beautiful.
And today they remind me that imperfect still can be beautiful.
Just like my life.
Just like the door that does not shut properly.
Or the chairs that need a coat of paint.
And they tell me that in my strive for perfection I so quickly forget to enjoy the beauty God placed in my life.
So I thank God for my little man eating yoghurt with his hands (because mommy is busy taking pictures) and for a new friendship to the one who gave this lovly tulips to me...