The kindness of this flower.
It's vibrant hues, it's shape, it's beauty; draws in the spectators and it's admirers as they inhale deeply with their senses.
What a beautiful reminder of living. To struggle, to grow, to bloom, to encourage. The cycle of living. The kindness of living.
The kindness that is time. The hours and seconds we've been gifted. The way we choose what to do with those seconds, the ways we choose to live or die with every tick and tock. The kindness to choose and the kindness to notice that both the choosing and the seconds are offerings to the great Time-Keeper.
Realizing that the seconds used up in un-kindness is greater than the seconds spent being kind, is a bit terrifying. But what a very kind thing it is to keep offering us more of something that we usually waste. Like a toddler who asks for more cookies, but has yet to touch the ones on his plate.
And then there's the ultimate kindness: God. His kindness remains un-blemished. It makes bright pink Valentine's roses look like colorless paper mâché.
Aside from this greatest kindness, there is given to some of us, a kindness extended that we also do not deserve very much.
Its a kindness found at the beginning, when God understood that, although He was more than enough to fulfill mans every desire and need, there maybe should be another companion to share in God's kindness with.
And so marriage was born from the dust, and kindness could be shared.
And so, darling, as we reflect on the love we have for one another today, let's never forget that it's because of kindness that there is even love at all.
And the greatest kindness I've received, is sharing God's kindnesses with you.