After Emme passed away last year, we received a lot of plants and flowers from our friends and family. I remember feeling happy seeing our home surrounded with life in a time where death loomed. I especially loved this huge white orchid sent to us from our good friends in New York. I cared for them as much as I could, although I have never had a green thumb and every orchid I have owned (many! I used to get 4 new orchids delivered weekly at my office) has always met an unfortunate end.
I still have most of the plants I received, and thankfully my mother in law (she has a huge garden) has helped keep them alive for me. The orchid, however, didn’t look to be doing too well but I was emotionally attached to it, so I kept it. I watered it whenever I would remember, cleaned it up a bit and would stare at its beautiful white vase, knowing the vase was probably all I would have left once I had the courage to dispose of it.
On the first week of April my mother in law noticed buds on the orchid and congratulated me on taking such good care of it. All throughout the month of April this orchid has continued to bloom it’s white beautiful fruit. But I can’t take any credit for it. I did nothing right. The temperature was too cold for it, it was getting too much water and there, frankly, is no reason why this orchid should have rebloomed a year after I got it, marking Emme’s one year anniversary.
I don’t think it was chance. It was my little Giant in the Heavenlies sending her momma kisses and hugs.
Elea Mackenzie, in cahoots with her sister, waited until May 1st to make her arrival although she was due in April. And when Elea was born, she weighed 9 pounds, 4.7 ounces, Emme weighed 4.7 pounds. Again, you can say it was chance and I’m looking for these things but the truth is I wasn’t, they were just so clear for me to see.
As my family immerses in loving on Elea, I am so thankful to know that my Little Giant is overjoyed in knowing her sister is here, safe and sound, all while receiving little kisses to bring to me.




