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Last year, when things turned grey, my friend, Becca, gave me a miniature gerber daisy in a tiny pink pot. I love daisies. They are my favorite. This one gave me much hope. It kept blooming -- over and over. It promised hope.
I kept it alive through the summer. Then something, probably a chipmunk, snagged it off my front porch.
A few weeks ago, Sam and I came across miniature cacti in a store. They were lined up in tiny pots. No two were the same. "We should get one for the window sill and for Becca," he said.
"I was thinking the same thing," I said.
Sam picked out one with a bright pink bloom. "This one is perfect for Becca," he said. I agreed.
We picked a plain one for our kitchen window. I wondered if it would be hardy enough for my house.
I dropped it while carrying it inside. It survives.
I don't know how much to water it. It survives.Jordan knocked it over with a renegade fork while doing dishes. It survives.
I realized I might be in a season of cacti living. Hard and hardy. Survival and vitality. Prickly and steadfast.
Then I noticed brown spots, and I wondered if maybe it wasn't surviving. I kept an eye on it and the spots became lumps. I wondered if it contracted a disease. The bumps grew, and I thought maybe it was a fungus.
I figured the cactus would bite the dust at any moment.
Then the lumps grew a little more. I realized they are buds. I think my cactus might be growing blooms.
Isn't this just how life goes? Just when we think we've come to the end, there's a bud and hope that things will soon bloom. And when that happens, I hope it is better than I could even imagine.