Tough little daffodils

Mother Nature seems confused at what she wants to do, but the daffodils are fighting through it anyhow. I admire those tough little daffodils, fighting their way into the world in spite of the snow and hail, stretching toward where they know the sun will someday be. The true definition of faith. I kind of feel like these daffodils right now. Fighting the good fight, with each day presenting a new day of physical pain to endure. And yet, I have my faith in my son and husband. I am thankful every single day for them, for giving me that one never-failing thing to keep stretching toward, to be better for.