The truth is, my first born was actually a little Jade plant.  4 homes, 1 dog, 1 baby and 1 husband ago, I had many plants.  All of my green friends perished over the years in one way or another.  One son-of-a-plant remains.

It occurred to me yesterday that I really do fuss a LOT over this plant.  Without even realizing it, I move the plant around the house during the day.  I put it outside my front door to catch the morning sun, move it into the kitchen window for afternoon warmth and return it to the entry way each night so it's ready for it's morning air.  I'm constantly feeling the soil, rescuing it from Axel and checking for new growth.

One of these days, it will grow.  In 4 years, there have been maybe 4 or 5 new leaves and about 1" of height.  I am starting to think it's one of those "love-it-to-death" type of deals.  Perhaps the plant needs me as much as I need it.

I took it's picture today in it's morning sun glory.  I love it's tiny shadow on the side of my house.  Sometimes the nameless things in our lives are the most precious.

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