Last weekend, we picked our very first tomato. Just two days shy of officially earning the bragging rights with my slightly garden-obsessed family.
I'm the only member of my family who doesn't garden. In fact, I'm lucky to keep my houseplants alive.
But C.R. has a way with plants. Sunshine too. Each season, they spend hours together cultivating our small backyard garden. They make a great team: C.R. does the real work and Sunshine gets to believe she's helping.
In fall, they clear out the remnants of last year's garden.
In winter, they prepare the soil.
In spring, they plant a slew of fruits and veggies - tomatoes, green beans, squash, bell peppers, and strawberries.
All summer long, they water and weed and fertilize.
It takes a lot of time and energy.
Then, finally, we all get to enjoy the fruit of their labor.
And that's when I realize we'll see fruit well beyond this summer.
Because it's more than a garden that this father is cultivating with his little girl. She just doesn't know it yet.
Much like my Heavenly Father.
And me.

