Legendary Blossoms


    Here’s a flashback photo. Circa April 2011. My son, Tommy, was a junior at the University of Washington, using his trademark energy and studying more than he ever had before. 

    Demanding life.

    I stopped by on my way to a Christian writers conference. It was a quick visit.

    We met in UW’s Quad—the heart of the campus and the place where the famous 90 year-old Yoshino cherry trees were in peak bloom. 

    We snapped some photos like hundreds of others were doing along the walkway.

    Then it was over—Tommy had a class, and we both had a busy schedule ahead.

    I looked back and watched him walk towards his future. I had turned the page to a new chapter. 

    In a blink, many years passed.

    But each spring, as I see the cherry blossoms, it’s a beautiful reminder of life’s goodness, of time’s passage.

    So, love the beauty, and love those surrounding you. In a blink, it’s changed.

    There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens. Ecclesiastes 3:1

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