The tree and her apple

From a seed I was born.

I grew into a tree.

Then I had an apple that grew from me.

I want to nourish that seed that came from me.

Fertilize her to be the best she can be.

She's the greatest apple I could ever meet.

I love watching her become the tree she will be.

"The apple doesn't fall far from the tree."

I know most people have overheard someone say this; or have said it themselves. It resonated with me differently this time when I was thinking about it.

When I see my girlie bust a move, I know that apple is sitting right next to the her tree. We've got our own special moves. Then I see her compassion, and love for life, reading, learning, music, and bubbly personality. Then I wonder how that little apple came from me. Her apples are so fresh and drenched in the juice of life. I'm just a tree who's bark has been harden by life.

I could never of imagined a better apple to have around me in my life. I often wonder . . am I the tree that deserves this apple? She must have been given to me to soften my bark.

There is no better apple to this old tree.