All this changed two years ago. We were having a Pink Poodle in Paris party for our youngest daughter, who we call Boo. Everything was pink ( yeah, I know, I warned you about me and pink). My middle daughter and her sweetie were coming early to help us decorate. He brought the most gorgeous pink roses for us with him. He had picked them out himself. They matched the party decor perfectly. His kindness touched me and suddenly these roses were nice. They were really better than nice. They were gorgeous. They said thoughtfulness, kindness, and more importantly, enough love for my daughter to make the effort to please me. I looked at and smelled those roses continually until they faded away and dropped their petals. I had loved roses, for the first time.
Quite often blue eyes brings them home for me. They make me smile. They are a warm fuzzy in my day. They say family to me in a happy way now. A fresh rose smells of love, kindness, and a wonderful life.
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I saw an image of a climbing rose near a front door. What a greeting to a visitor. Welcome to our home! We are so glad you came. I'm thinking we might need something along these lines at our house. What do you think?