The Mulberry Tree

Tonight we picked Mulberries from our favorite tree. As my daughter ran to the tree ahead of me she placed her hands on her heart, and said “Thank you tree. Thank you for the berries. I love you tree.”

While we’ve only been here three years, in a way, she has grown up with our Mulberry tree. It was one of the first memories we made here —picking the berries after dinner one evening.

And while there are other fruit trees we so lovingly send our gratitude to, this one holds a place in our hearts, and I am certain our Mulberry tree holds a place in its heart for my daughter and her beautiful spirit too.

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