I don’t know whose religious or even what religions people who see this are practicing, but if you do believe in a higher power please pray for my grandmother. She’s the best woman I know and she was just diagnosed with cancer. Any thoughts that can be sent her way would mean the world to me.
Literally actually 100% Rahm
So, my favorite flower came up in conversation and I realized that the story behind it is some Nicholas Sparks type stuff.
My favorite flowers are roses, because of my grandparents. After my grandfather finally convinced my cynical grandmother to go on a date with him, instead of bringing a bouquet of flowers, he brought her a whole bush. They way she tells it, she eyes him kind of funny and he started explaining himself. If he brought a bouquet the flowers would be dead in a few days and he would still be thinking about her long after that. He would always feel special that a girl like her agreed to go out with a guy like him, and he wanted to try and make her feel special for that long. It worked.
Every time they moved she made sure the rosebush came with.
Decades later, he died protecting her in a car crash. Every year she picks a rose off the bush and lays it on his grave.
Now, every time I see a rose it makes me think of how much they love each other and how happy even just the memory of him makes her. That type of love is so beautiful to me and that’s the beauty I see in each and every rose.
These dudes are legit. They don’t just show up one day in court, either, they actually make friends with the kids and let them know they have a support system and that there are people in the world who care about them and will always have their back. And less important, but also cool, is that the few times a couple of them have come into my cafe, they’ve been super friendly and polite and when I told one of the guys that I noticed his Bikers Against Child Abuse patch and wanted him to know how awesome I thought he was because of it, he got kind of shy and blushed and said, “The kids are the awesome ones, we just let them know they’re allowed to be brave.”
SO APPARENTLY WHEN TWO LARGE WHALES DO THE NASTY THERE’S SOMETIMES THIS ONE BRO WHO JUST SORT OF HOLDS THEM UP SO THEY DON’T FLOAT OFF
NATURE IS BEAUTIFUL
For a star to be born, there is one thing that must happen:
a gaseous nebula must collapse.
This is not your destruction.
This is your birth.