I don't know why but I love these roses.
It's been an eventful week. Nothing earth-shatteringly earth shattering, but information that needs to be taken in, sorted out, and accepted. But you roll with the punches. You try to.
You pick yourself up by the bootstraps.
Brush yourself off.
Keep your chin up.
Don't cry over spilt milk.
Laugh in the face of adversity.
OK, Mom. I still hear your voice echoing in my head.
Thank you for the advice.