O Little Tree ...

(From the "Catch-Up Collection," a Facebook post from Jan. 2014)

This is the Jay Tree at the home of my mother. 

It started as a seedling no bigger than a pinky finger and a bit puny in health, planted in hope for my son's future when he was around a year old. We didn't know what would happen to him because of his disabilities. 

More than two decades later his limbs might not be as strong in reality, but the mighty existence of this tree is a reflection of his spirit. 

So many people, places and things become ubiquitous, though not unappreciated, in our daily lives - so sometimes I don't 'see' the Jay Tree. A few weeks ago I was walking from my mother's doorway to my car and the reflection of it in the driver's window flashed at me and I turned around. Oh, Jay took my breath away.

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