On the path where I walk my dog, in the middle of a small crack in the pavement, a solitary marigold has sprung up in this unlikely spot. Despite the inhospitable conditions—excessive heat and little water—it thrives. While it’s not difficult to see lessons in this hardy foliage, my mind turns to my mother. Perhaps it’s because her birthday falls this week, or perhaps it’s because I see her as someone who has not only survived but thrived throughout her life despite facing hardships. She has flourished and adds beauty to the world for all who have the opportunity to encounter her. Just like the marigold, her beauty is found not solely in the physical, but in her quiet strength and ability to overcome adversity. I won’t delve into the details of any particular difficulty, but I will say that her kindness, generosity, and friendship to others knows no bounds