I grew up in a Presbyterian church, and the flowers placed in the santuary on Sundays were often placed in celebration, in honor, or in memory of someone, with the info included in the bulletin and announced at some point in the service. I never thought much about it until I recently attended my hometown church, admired hydrangeas from and in honor of a wedding the day before, for someone I had known years ago. It made me reflect on how through that simple gesture, people shared with each other, and how much I learned about the church family in the years I went there. On occasions such as Easter, the bulletin had extra pages, though you barely had to read it. The lillies filling the santuary and windows spoke volumes about loved ones who were missed and remembered, families who were cherished, and friendships that endured and were appreciated. During Christmas, poinsettas did the same.