A bloom, falling off the branch, its vibrancy will fade, but it is not an object void of attachments. It will transform into fertile soil of spring, nourishing, nurturing new growths.
Our little Red Flower doesn’t fall far from his Tree. This is a quote of a well-known poem YH’s Mom used as her description at weibo. Circle of life, of a bloom separated, nourishing the mother tree, and all tying to Loverboy’s nick: little red flower, and all the waxing poetic on soil and growth and bloom rounded up nicely in a tweet Loverboy did yesterday (later on that). It is brilliant and adorable and moving me to tears. I’m pulling a very serious big sis face: all you single ladies out there, work on it, grab this dude, not just he’s perfection himself, a bit more security on a smoother MiL conundrum is always nice.
This is just another regular day where the sun rises and our little red flower blooms.