When you see a daisy, do you think of old game, “He loves me, he loves me not”? Daisies, with their long, thin petals arranged in circles, are perfect for this. We can attempt to discern the truth about someone’s love for us by going petal by petal until we reach the verdict.
I remember relying on the daisies during my high school days, when romance was intense, uncertain, emotional, and short-lived. Of course, I knew even at that impressionable young age that daisies weren’t really the final say about whether someone really loved me.
Daisies are blooming happily this spring, and I’ve been thinking about the “loves me, loves me not” aspect of these flowers. I’m thankful that I have people in my life whose love I don’t question. My husband has stood by me through years of ups and downs. My mother’s concern for me is constant. My children have shown they love me no matter what. I’m also blessed with friends who have known me since we walked the halls of high school together and picked off petals of daisies and told each other our deepest hopes for the future.
When you see daisies this year gently blowing in the warm breeze, take a moment to think about who loves you unconditionally. Friends, family, mentors, neighbors — who can you bank on to care? If we can come up with even one name, we have much to be thankful for. We are blessed.