The roses bloomed all at once, overnight, like in a dream. We woke up one morning and there they were. Fable smelled them first and then Archer who told me they looked like candy.
Today, we've lived in our house for an entire year and even now, I can't believe we get to live here, surrounded by love and a growing garden with petals and thorns, buds and blossoms, birds and chimes and towels to sit on in the grass and eat ice cream, sidewalks to chalk up our pants and soon; children everywhere, mostly of the clad-in-dresses variety. And this is where the magic happens...
Thank you, roses, for waking me up on the right side of the bed today and mostly always. And thank you house, for being our home. You've been a most generous abode and we love every inch of you.
(To another year and many more.)