For the last three weeks we’ve been on a ‘frangipani watch’ for Elliott’s tree.
Each day we come out to see what new flowers have opened, excited to discover what shade of sunset each one is.
Each day we put our faces to them and take deep breaths to take in their beautiful scent.
Each day we marvel at how beautiful they are, something I wouldn’t have truly appreciated two years ago.
Each day we take the time to look at them and smile.
If there’s one thing I’ve learnt out of the heartache of saying goodbye to our baby it’s to “stop and smell the roses”.
Or in our case, the frangipanis.