Ossom has always been beautiful, but never as beautiful as this year. That’s because this year, you loved it with me.

We been spotted ‘blossoms’ in the car. We counted how many we could see between home and church – over 20!

At the farm, you danced and twirled through the petals, falling like snow.

Back at home, we went on a walk and you stuck petals to a piece of cardboard to make your own blossom tree.

Squeals of delight as we rounded a corner and you saw another one.

We rejoiced in the spring, in the warm, in the blossom, while the birds sang their own songs to our creator.

Seeing the world through your eyes makes me love it and give thanks all the more.

What a blessing you are to me, beautiful Sophia, lover of blossoms.

Blossom has always been beautiful, but never as beautiful as this year.