A Birthday Surprise: A Tree from My Neighbors
The other day, I came home to the most unexpected gift: a tree, freshly planted in my yard. My neighbors—amazing, thoughtful people—had done it all while I was away. They didn’t just give me a gift; they left a living reminder of friendship, a symbol of time and shared connection.
When I thanked them, Mrs. Ewa, always wise with her words, said, “One day, we won’t be here, but this tree will be.” A statement so simple, yet so profound. The tree will grow as a testament to their presence and friendship, a piece of them rooted right here, carrying its own story already.
It’s one of those moments that makes you feel deeply connected to where you are and who you’re with. I love it here. It feels alive; it feels like home.
As Seneca once said, “Life is long, if you know how to use it.” This tree is a gentle reminder of that truth. It will grow, season after season, a reminder of lives lived well and friendships that endure.
