May 7, 2016

Lime Tree

2004- My baby lime tree.

We planted this little lime tree in our backyard on Mother’s Day, 2004, a week after our first miscarriage, at 11 weeks, “about the size of a lime.”


3 wick candle

2015- My thriving mama lime tree and me, holding a three wick candle for our three babies lost.


Within one year, that little trooper survived 3 hurricanes that basically destroyed the entire rest of our yard. Then it got some mysterious tree disease but my husband cut it back and somehow nursed it back to health. Since then it still has a bit of a funny shape, but it’s as tall as me now, and gets LOADED with limes that I now pick with my son and daughter and make limeade that we share with our neighbors, family, and friends. It is beautiful and bittersweet every time.



I cried at that tree so many times for so many years. I still cry at it sometimes, and now the tears are happy ones too.




Here’s to HOPE, that all of your tears are happy ones SOON, that this is the LAST Mother’s Day that you struggle.


2016- Beyond happy and grateful for my two (camera shy) children, ages 9 and 4. But I will never forget.