It was no higher than his 6-year-old-self when we purchased it fifteen years ago. Really, was it that long? Yes: fifteen years back, Matthew asked me to marry him…at a train station. I said yes. Together we bought a jacaranda tree for his parents as a thank you gift for their support in our lives. It was only small then, a mere a seedling.
Trees grow — of course they do — but I didn’t foresee the beauty of how it would be. To see my son swinging on the branches of the very same tree — that tiny seedling — is all kinds of amazing. Incredible even. It’s…good. Oh look how tall it is now, blooming in all its purple glory! See it opening its arms out to embrace the sun! Weak twigs are now branches; strong enough to hold my son. Yes, it’s good.