on the verge

the other day at sunset, my boys, who are four and five, came bursting through the front door, shouting “mommy, come quick! you have GOT to see this!” i hurriedly put on my shoes and followed them outside. they led me to a certain spot in our yard where we planted daffodils a couple of years ago. we bent down toward the ground in order to see better in the fading light and studied the brand new green shoots and yellow buds of this year’s promise of spring.

one of them said gleefully, “spring is coming!” seth made each of us point out our favorite daffodil bud, and said, “oh yeah, that’s a good one” in response to our selections. we stood there awhile longer, quiet and watchful.

there is the knowledge that at any moment these tight buds will burst open into full flower.

i feel the same way.