“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.
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.