My Amaryllis Reminder

My biggest fan and personal cheerleader in life was always my father. He believed in me.
When I was 8 months pregnant with the twins, he made the drive to Florida for a visit. He had dug up some Amaryllis bulbs from his sister Sally's home in Mississippi and could hardly wait to bring them to me. I must admit that cleaning out a flower bed to plant bulbs while 8 months pregnant was not very fun. But, I was grateful for my father's effort and I tried to share his enthusiasm for the project.
When we moved from the townhouse where those bulbs were planted, I decided on a whim to dig them up and carry them with me to our new home. My father had passed, and all of the memories of that hot, dirt-digging day were somehow sweeter to me.
I went outside out house in Tallahassee today, and to my surprise, the Amaryllis has bloomed. This is the first time any of the bulbs have bloomed since they were planted, then transplanted eight years ago. Slade noted that there were exactly four flowers. Tears welled up in my eyes and I was overwhelmed with gratitude for the gift of the resurrection that our Savior has given us. I'm grateful that a loving father on earth brought me bulbs even when I didn't really want them, and I'm grateful that a loving Father in Heaven made those bulbs bloom and remind me of the awesome gift of our Savior's love, atonement, and resurrection. What great peace it brings to my soul to know that because of Him, I can one day wrap my arms around my earthly and Heavenly fathers again and feel their unconditional love and support of me.