Easter flowers

I signed up to bring Easter flowers to church, figuring on an Easter lily.  I wrote on the little slip of paper that it would be in honor of John's mother.  At the grocery store, Stella and I stopped to pick it out.  She pointed at the pink tulips.

"Definitely those," she said.

"You think?  I was going to get a lily."

"No, let's get the tulips.  The pink color is perfect."

And she was right.  Just like she was probably right when I said I'd like to get my hair highlighted again soon.  She said I shouldn't bother before summer, and said it looked nice how it was.  I looked at hers, and how our coloring is so similar.  And how her skin and hair are lovely together, just the way she was made to be.

I bought the pink tulips.  I left my hair alone.

I love to listen to her thoughts on beauty and what is pleasing to her.