Bridges to Flowers

My dad builds bridges. He used to take me to the building sites to see what he does. When I was six, we flew all the way to Lisbon, Portugal so I could see the bridge he was building. I wanted to be an engineer just like him. I wanted to build bridges so that he would be proud of me. I wanted to travel the world creating these huge structures that crossed miles of water. I was obsessed with bridges for a long time.

25 de Abril Bridge my dad worked on in Portugal. I got to stand on it before it was fully built. It was amazing.

As I got older, I came to realize I didn’t want to be an engineer. I still think his job is awesome, but it’s not for me. The last two years, I’ve started to like gardening. I don’t know if my female genes have finally started to kick in or if it’s something I can talk to my mom about, but I love flowers now. Now that spring is finally here, I find myself itching to go outside and plant flowers. I want to go to the greenhouse with my mom and begin picking out lilies and primrose flowers to plant in the gardens. I’m ready to put my hands in wet soil and feel it getting caked under my nails.  I want my yard to be filled with colors and sweet scents. I want to stand on my porch and see the bees, butterflies, and hummingbirds in my backyard. I'm ready to garden.