My Irises are blooming. I don't know if you liked them or not, but I'm leaving a flower for you anyway. I keep finding bits of the memorial card I made for your Celebration of Life--I pick them up and your face comes to mind -- you're cracking up at making me bend over to pick these itsy bitsy pieces off the floor. I've been collecting them -- you can quit spreading them all over the house any time, kiddo--but until you quit, I'll keep picking them up, and laughing with you. Love you dearly...
05-05-2014