I thought of you today.

My office was full of African Violet Blooms.

They don’t like to be moved. Every time I move them, it takes about 2 years for them to bloom again. I can empathize with that.

The blooms reminded me of your beautiful hands. Hands that were always perfectly manicured with soft, pink, opalescent polish ~ just like these blooms.

It’s probably humid where you are… probably warm… but the nights are probably cool and lovely by the ocean. I hope to see you soon. I hope you have been well. You are loved. You are missed. You are prayed for.