🌼 The Day My Heart Bloomed Wider Than the Field

That morning felt like the world exhaled just for us — the air soft, the sky hushed, and the field alive with a million yellow flowers swaying in quiet unison. Each bloom seemed to nod as we passed, like it was in on our secret: joy had come to visit.

In my left arm, my little daughter nestled against me, her bright blue eyes wide with wonder, tiny fingers stretching toward the blossoms as if she could catch sunlight in her palms. Her laughter bubbled up like a melody only the flowers could fully understand.

In my right arm, my son wrapped himself around me, grinning that unfiltered, whole‑face smile that makes you forget everything else in the world. His arm hooked over my shoulder felt like an anchor — the perfect balance to his sister’s curious reach.

Their matching sunny‑yellow outfits made them look like they had sprung straight from the meadow itself, golden bursts against my pink velvet dress, which shimmered softly every time the light shifted.

And my smile? That’s gratitude made visible — for the solid weight of them in my arms, for the sound of their joy wrapping around me like the gentlest hug, for this shared moment that needs no translation.

Standing there, with the flowers swaying and my children’s laughter drifting into the open air, I felt something I wish I could bottle: the way joy doesn’t stay put. It flows — from arms, to smile, to heart — until the whole world is blooming.