We sit around the dinner table, my grandparents, my aunt, and I, chatting about everything and nothing in particular. My grandfather remains mostly quiet as we prattle and gossip over our tacos.
He glances up at me, then down at his plate and then back up at me, this time with an expression of astonishment.
"Well, my goodness you're cute!"
He looks at me as though he hasn't seen me in years.
We joke and laugh about it... "Twenty two years and you're just noticing?"
Later, my grandfather and I stand outside. He turns to go inside, but hesitates.
"Laura, come here. I want to show you something."
He turns and walks towards the garden. I follow.
He takes a Daylilly that has yet to bloom gently between two fingers, showing me.
"You watch them grow and then one day you look and you see that they're blooming and they're beautiful. That's what I meant. I've watched you grow and now I look at you and you're blooming. You're absolutely beautiful!"
Thank you, Grandpa.
Daylillies may just be my new favorite flower.