Thursday, March 24, 2011

The Rose

We had been at the hospital for a little over a day and had just completed three hours of Diabetes training.  Training that was necessary to know so we could take care of  Lovebug at home.  I have never been so scared in my life.  Scared of hurting my baby girl and scared of what would happen if I couldn't.

I came home, walking through our door with an overwhelming feeling and a heavy burden on my heart.  Shortly after we arrived home I received this rose from a very dear friend. It came right along with a wonderful meal. (of which I did my first carb counting on!)
It was beautiful. Just like my baby girl. I left it on the counter for days. Then it started to wilt, I tried to throw it away but I just couldn't. The thought tore me up inside. So it has sat in various places in my kitchen ever since.

I have not and can not bear to throw it away. Shoot, I can't even talk about it without tearing up.  I'm not sure why, all I know is that I can not put into words what this rose means to me. I have tried many times but the words I come up with seem so inadequate.  It may not look as beautiful as it did the day I received it, but it means so much to me.


Rachael said...

My new husband was shocked when he found out that I had EVERY rose he had EVER given me in the almost 4 years we had known each other. Even when "we were just friends". I explained how much it meant, and what it means.... He still thinks I am a bit crazy. Must be a girl thing! ;)
LOVED this post!

Heidi / D-Tales said...

I totally get the sentimental value of that rose. I wouldn't be able to toss it either.

Shannon@ The New Normal Life said...

what a great story!! I hope your friend knows you still have it! How awesome!! I have things like that things that others would call silly... but they mean the world to me!

Alexis Nicole said...

Thats beauttiful, and I totally get it.


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