A Gift




So.
 
It's not a novel. It's not even properly a story - it is a part of me which has seen fit to tumble outside of my heart and end up here, to the place where other smatterings of my heart are so apt to make their way. And so you shall find it up there, near the tippiest-toppyness of the blog page, where it has seen fit to nest itself.
 
The Love Tree is written from the bottom my heart to the heart of whoever cares to read it; but mostly, it is written for those whom I love, and whom I have learned to love even more because of the One who loves us beyond all reckoning.
 
So... yeah. That means you.