Day Eighty

Today I am celebrating;

Beauty

Day Fifty-Six.

Pink roses make me happy. Which is quite ironic because I am neither a rose nor a pink person. But they remind me of my grandmother, who always took such great joy in her gardens. Now that she's gone, they seem to be a lasting reminder of the joy she had and her love for the things God had touched.

On a side note, when we were honeymooning in Flordia, Epcot had these beautiful pink roses growing alongside one of the walkways. Gran had been gone for over a year and I was struck that I would be reminded of her so far away from home. It was fitting though, she did love to travel.

This is my other Photo-of-the-day (hey, it's my blog, I can have more then one!)

I forgot something and had to run back and get it, leaving the car door open. Notice the tail. Copper thought HE was going to drive us to town to pick up Kyle!