A gift is a light given from one person to another and what is given with love takes on a life of its own.

Some years ago, my daughter Kayla bought me a pretty orange oriental lily for Mother's Day.

I planted the single bloom and over the years the Asiatic has flourished and multiplied. Now every year around Mother's Day, as if by miracle, it blooms again.

I call these flowers "Kayla's Lilies." Just looking at them gives me pure delight.

"Flowers," said Henry Ward Beecher, "are the sweetest things God ever made and forgot to put a soul into."

Sweetness is life and memory. Kayla asks about these flowers with excitement and anticipation. Each year, we count the blossoms and celebrate the prolific gift, born of giving love.

After reading this, Kayla bought me another Oriental Lily today, which I just planted next to the others...

Let love light your way.