Last year to this year.
Lost to found.
Dreams to clarity.
As I drove into Grand Rapids this past weekend, I reflected on the past year – the crazy and thrilling journey of Fellow Flowers. It was here – one year ago – when I ran a half marathon on my birthday. On that day, there were just two of us wearing flowers – myself, and my younger sister Rachael, who’s handmade shirt bore the words, ‘Hey Melon, consider 13.1 your birthday present.’ She wore the flower in honor of our unbreakable bond as sisters. She drove eight hours to celebrate my birthday with me – making sure I wasn’t alone. Showing we were together. Fiercely united. Even then, the flower represented something far bigger than running.
If you’ve read our story, then you know that it was this race – during two hours of pavement bliss – where the vision of Fellow Flowers came to be. The possibility that this organic and unintentional effort may have a greater purpose than any of us realized or dreamed possible. With every step I took, the clarity sharpened and I repeated the words,
Make a plan.
Dream the vision.
Uncork the crazy.
Lay it down.
I texted Tori after the race…I have an idea…what if…why not us…why not now…I know it sounds crazy…but I think we could do it…are you in?
Fast forward to this past weekend. Grand Rapids. Fellow Flowers. Bloom Party. Expo booth. Radio interviews. Television appearance. Online article. 300 flowers crossing the finish line.
Amazement. Awe. Gratitude.
We met hundreds of incredible women this past weekend, yet surprisingly, it was a remarkably humble and unassuming father that reminded me why we’re doing what we’re doing.
Bob – the father of four girls.