Thursday, October 9, 2008

back to the flower

Remember the flower my mom sat on? The one generously given to her by her eldest grandson?

I just read Justin the blog about it; but I failed to mention the rest of the story.

 When I got up this morning, I looked at the pretty glass bowl on my piano containing Justin's boutonniere from Pastor Appreciation and my flower from Jeremy in water. Alas! What is this decrepit stick  in the bowl? 

It's the flower from Jeremy. Malize's flower. 

Me: "She didn't just sit on it, she mauled it."

Justin: "Oh yes. Jeremy was concerned."

1 comment:

Johnnie Alexander said...

It was just so sad looking that I threw it away. It still breaks my heart. (Though I've got tears running down my cheeks right now from laughing at your posts.)