My husband's grandma had a viburnum, a snowball bush as my husband calls it, in her yard.
He often commented about it, so of course we planted one in our yard too.
It's huge now, towering above the six foot fence that separates our yard from the neighbors.
It's so full of blooms this year that the branches are bent low under the weight.
On this week's gray, rainy Tuesday, when the phone rang with bad news,
I brought some viburnum inside to put in my old French canning jar,
I lit the tea lights in my mason jar lid inserts,
and breathed in the beauty of my right now while I waited for my husband
to get home so we could go up to the hospital together.
To all of those who read my post on Wednesday and are praying for the young mama in our church,
I want to say thank you so much.
Please keep praying!
It's almost Friday, friends.
Have a HAPPY, HAPPY Friday
and a SAFE and BLESSED weekend!