"The flower symbolism associated with the daisy is purity, innocence, loyal love, beauty, patience and simplicity. Daisies are often depicted in meadows in Medieval paintings, also known as a "flowery mead." Daisies are believed to be more than 4,000 years old and hairpins decorated with daisies were found during the excavation of the Minoan Palace on the Island of Crete. Even further back, Egyptian ceramics were decorated with daisies. Daisies were used in Mary Gardens. The daisy is also symbolically connected to St. John."
When I was pregnant with Naomi, I took alot of walks, sometimes I look back on it and think maybe I shouldn't have walked so much. But being a member of this not so nice community, we all think of those things, what we should have done, or shouldn't have. I was taking a walk one day "over the hill" I call it, and I came across a bed of daisies in the field next to the sidewalk. I bent over, picked one up, and saved it. I placed it in Naomi's ultrasound mini book that I always carried with me in my purse. I placed it in there for her, even though it was going to die very quickly, I just picked it for her. And now, when I see daiseys, I think of her. I miss her alot.
Today, my friend and I have been texting slot about our babies. And I think that has got to me and I just feel emotional. I just got home from picking up my sister from school, and I got back and I hear country music playing (which I am not a fan of) but I then realized what song was playing and I hear the lyrics, "If I die young, bury me in a bed of roses..." and I just immediately had to walk to my room and let out some tears. I just am missing my sweet baby girl. Yet I look over at my sweet Sadie, laying there in her playpen ever so quietly, I am so blessed to have. I still like to think, if Naomi lived, she would look like Sadie.
