Tiny Flowers

I boldly took my son on a walk today--his IEP used to have a goal to have him walk for 20 feet without plopping down--and now he walks a half a mile to a mile without resting. (I credit most of this gain to Brain Highways--send me an email if you want to know more.) He did great but then started warning me that he had had enough (by hitting his head with his fist--he's nonverbal) when we were still pretty far from home. He threw himself down on the sidewalk and I put my left hand under his head to keep him from banging it on the concrete and with my right hand dialed my friend for a ride home. (I hated to bother her but the "new me" asks for help.) I was just going to wait it out, but you know why I didn't? Because I was tired of people giving us concerned looks and asking if we needed help. It was getting embarrassing. Before I started dialing the phone, I noticed a tiny flower on the sidewalk that had fallen from a tree above. It was perfect and beautiful and detailed and exquisite. I wish I knew what it was called. And in that tiny flower I got this message from God: "I created this world and this universe and this amazing tiny flower. I know when the sparrow falls and when this tiny flower falls and when your son falls. This life is a small moment." And then, later tonight, I went to the General Relief Society Meeting, and what did President Dieter Uchtdorf talk about but tiny flowers?!! (Forget-Me-Nots.)