Just moments before I walked down the aisle to get married, my dad pulled out a little round picture frame from his pocket. It was a picture of me. I must have been five years old or so in the picture- I have no recollection of dressing up like a sunflower- but there I was- big yellow pedals circling my little round cheeks. My dad gave me a hug and told me that I'd always be his little sunshine. Or at least it was something like that. I remember the sentiment being so moving that instead of really being present for that moment, I pushed back the tears and gave him a short hug in anticipation of the trumpet voluntary that was in a few short seconds going to beckon me to my groom.
I wish I could always stand tall and strong like a sunflower. I wish I would be constantly turning to face my source of light and truth. Even its name- SUN FLOWER- connotes both light and beauty.
I may fall short of being sunny and light all the time, but still, I'm thankful for my dad's words.
Every time I see a sunflower, I can remember his love spoken over me and even though our moment in Brown Chapel is gone, with every sunflower I admire, it lives on.