I don’t know about you, but July tends to carry a peculiar charm. Not too cold to make you curse the universe, but also not warm enough to give you the illusion that life is simple. It’s a tricky month—one that invites you to collect tiny joys like wild daisies on the roadside. So here’s my bouquet of July.
It starts with flowers. Literal flowers. White daisies, to be exact. I saw them on a vendor’s wooden cart as I was walking past a market and thought, “Why not?” They’re now proudly perched in a vase in my living room, brightening up the space. Sometimes, it’s the simplest things, right?
But July wasn’t all simplicity. It had its fair share of eyeliner and setting spray. One Saturday, I attended a friend’s wedding. The kind of affair that makes you appreciate love and a good makeup artist in equal measure. The pictures lie—I looked sharp.
Speaking of sharp looks, picture this: my husband standing tall with our son, dressed for an election campaign he had to attend. There’s something about the sight of your two favorite humans in one frame that makes your heart skip.
But not all days called for grand gestures. Some were quieter, like when I treated myself to crepes during a lunchtime pause. Light, sweet, and gone too quickly—just like July itself.
Then there was Dede. My friend, my cheerleader. She landed a new job, and I celebrated her with flowers as red as her future is bright. We laughed, we prayed, and for a moment, we forgot how chaotic adulthood can be.
Let’s not forget the busy weekdays that demanded convenience, like grabbing takeaway meals at work. Rice, vegetables, and some seriously saucy curry—nothing fancy, but a little reminder that even mundane days deserve some spice.
There were wedding invites, for every July weekend , both requiring imishanana and poise. There’s something timeless about showing up in cultural attire—it’s a kind of beauty you can’t buy off a shelf. And yes, I made sure I looked cute enough for every photo.
Family moments, too, carved their space. My son ran wild over the stairs at my parents’ house, giggling in that carefree way only toddlers can. It was chaos and bliss rolled into one.
Then came a date night with my circle of women, the kind who lift you higher. We toasted to milestones, shared belly laughs, and spoke of what God can do when you stop trying to steer the ship and just let Him lead.
Of course, July wouldn’t let me go without another heartwarming moment. My husband, holding our son, welcomed us to his workplace for a visit. It’s one thing to share a home with someone; it’s another to see them in their element outside it.
And just like that, July slipped through my fingers. But as I look back, it wasn’t just another month—it was a string of little blessings tied together.
If months were flowers, July was my daisy bouquet: simple, beautiful, and full of life.
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