
When I came home from Washington, D.C. recently, there was a bouquet of flowers sitting on the kitchen counter for me. Fabgrandpa had missed me so much that he wanted to make sure I knew he was happy to see me. I’m glad I took a picture of them, because I go back and look at it almost every day. That simple gesture of him buying me flowers still makes me feel happy! [Read more…] about I Love These Flowers











