A picture from today, this is a rose from our dinner date on Valentines!
It's been cheering me up each day sitting so pretty in my kitchen.
I feel like I should tell you that, happily, the speeding ticket ordeal has resolved itself.
I called the city to see when I could come (in person!) to pay my
fine(s), and the lady on the phone paused for a minute and asked,
"What is your name?"
I was only half-way through when she exclaimed,
"I've been looking for you!"
Turns out she found my sad little crumpled up envelope (postmarked accordingly)
in the bottom of a mail basket and was trying to track me down.
But with no phone number on the ticket, she had resorted to facebook!
I just love that. I love the thought of it.
But sadly, I'm not on facebook.
Anyhow. It's worked out. over. sigh of relief. and it made my WEEK!
Back to the flower.
When I took the picture of the rose this afternoon, I was just sort of playing with the light.
But once loaded on my computer, I realized it was reminding me of Cathy, my father in law's girlfriend.
We attended her funeral this week.
She loved flowers. And if I had them in my home, and she was over, you better believe she was going on and on about how beautiful they were, and how much she loved them.
Cathy also loved life. And sweet-tarts. And Marilyn Monroe.
She bought gifts for my children waaaaaay before the actual event.
Like Poppy's birth?
Her gift was purchased months before.
Because she loved us.
And was thinking about us.
And because she was genuine.
