The Thought

“My mom always asked me what color roses I wanted ever year for my birthday…purple…pink,” my mom said as I was making myself breakfast in the kitchen a couple days ago.

It was her…54th birthday!  🙂

So, does that mean she wanted roses, or was that just a story?

I gave her a dozen soft pink roses a couple of hours later. She loved them of course.

Today, Thomas gave me two beautiful yellow roses. 

LOVE.LOVE. LOVE.

But why?

Is it because they make me feel loved, special and amazing?…

Maybe it’s The look, the smell, THE THOUGHT.

I love roses, but it also greatly depends on whom they are from. 🙂

So, if anything, smell ones that don’t belong to you or give roses to the one that you want to be all yours… for much longer than the rose’s very short life span.

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