Mothers Day Roses, you know they remind me of the summer perenial, 'moss rose'. All the sherbet like colors, pale and delicate. My husband took care of every meal on Mothers Day. He started me off with french toast and a pot of my favorite tea. (Of course I dropped some hints). Roses are like life, the beautiful realities quickly turn into memories. Savor the moments as we go, looking ahead, "For we that are in this tabernacle do groan, being burdened: not for that we would be unclothed, but clothed upon, that mortality might be swallowed up of life." IICor.5:4 I love that last part, we are mortals now and living in mortality but when we pass on, thats when life begins. I can't take it all in but I know God cannot lie. Looking forward, and toward heaven. Happy day to you.