I sat on the porch next to a growing pile of dandelions, and watched with awe my magnificent little girl. She was captivated by the dandelions. She couldn't believe all the 'flowers' growing in our yard! They were yellow and they matched her shirt she said. I noted her wispy hair blowing in the wind, her barefoot toes painted pink...but mostly I loved her enthusiasm for the weeds. I thought, "If only I could love the weeds in my life, if I could see their purpose, like Lily." And then I remembered that after a few days, the dandelions would turn white, and the thought of introducing my little girl to the joy of blowing the seeds into the wind put a big smile on my face and in my heart.