Excellent quote. This picture reminds me of the many bleeding hearts we had lining our yard when I was a small child. My mother used to speak from her heart as we looked at those lovely (and uniquely shaped) flowers together. Speaking from the heart is the only language that needs no translation.
What a lovely story, Hannah! Thank you so much for sharing it here. What a wonderful mother to have taken you out to look at the beautiful bleeding hearts! When I was a child and a young teenager, I planted bleeding hearts in our yard. They were so lovely that they nearly took my breath away. I have always cherished flowers, and now I will cherish your sweet story. May Almighty God richly bless you, dear Hannah.