I have been praying a novena to St. Therese. Yesterday, of course was her feast day.
After a beautiful morning learning at home, we decided to walk to the pond. On the way home, I walked on the opposite side of the street that I had on the way to the pond. Mostly because there is a sidewalk on that side and the baby was in her stroller. As we walked by the community clubhouse, I saw that the landscapers had planted a whole bunch of little rose plants. How odd I thought. And there was one little rose, perfectly in bloom.
On the way to soccer practice, as I thought about Therese and wondering if she had heard my prayers, my heart stopped as I realized she had indeed sent me a message of love.