And they are everywhere. Yet this was the only one in our yard on Sunday afternoon.
Just like the one I saw on the back sidewalk last July, this one made me think of my girl.
Really, every dandelion I see now makes me think of her. And like so many other things, it is always bittersweet. We are coming up on a year since we lost her, and the new dandelions remind me that she was just learning how to blow the fuzz off of them when she died.
And yet the fuzz blowing away in the wind, scattering new dandelions near and far to make me of sweet Hudson, is a tangible reminder of the way that her little spirit continues to spread so much joy and light and love, despite being permanently separated from her beautiful and vivacious little body.
A lovely image, isn’t it? But of course, I want her here. She would have mastered her technique by now—rather than just animatedly spitting on the fuzz, she would be able to actually blow it into the wind.
How I would love to see that.