An old-fashion rose from my garden. Blooming again!
After yesterday’s overwhelming response to my post, I am at lost for words. I am never at lost for words. Who would have guessed, that a pink sweater costing 6 euros and a girl making funny faces, would provoke such an outpouring? I am buttered up and sugared real good from your sweet affirmations. French husband doesn’t need to send me roses for a very long time. He is off the hook. He thanks you, more importantly I thank you.
Roses for you to put in your pocket.
Life isn’t a bed of roses. But when the petals of kindness surround us, it sure feels good. We all need affirmation, praise, someone to tell us we look good, or a word or two leading us in the right direction. Kindness goes a long way doesn’t it? Though my Mother would say a bop on the head or two, isn’t always bad.
I guess that is the secret of roses…soft petals and thorns in the right places.
A rose petal.
We have the gift to love. Everyday there is a path that can lead us to loving one another. Thank you for showing me, time and time again, the path that leads to you. Your friendship makes this world a bed of roses.
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