On the day of our wedding, nearly twenty-nine years ago my sweet mother went to my granny’s home and picked some Magnolia blossoms from her tree and placed them in window sills in the church. Because of this, the Magnolia blossoms remind Mike that our anniversary is getting close.
Early this week, Mike brought home a lovely blossom, which brought a smile to my face.
Within the next couple days, it was fully opened and huge!
Unfortunately, it doesn’t last very long. And when it goes, it really goes.
Mike said that the tree he got this from had very few blossoms on it when I picked it. The neighbor told him that it doesn’t bloom much. Since he picked this one, he said there are LOTS of blooms on it.
Our anniversary is just under two weeks away. It was so nice to have him remember and bring it home. It meant more than a bouquet would’ve. Thanks to my sweet honey!
It’s been crazy hot here in Oklahoma!!! I really really dislike the heat. I’m one of those people that enjoy winter in Oklahoma. I lived in Ohio for over a decade when I was young. I liked the snow but it stays around there too long and gets all nasty and dirty. Here, when it snows, it may stay around for a few days but by the time it gets dirty, it is melting away.
I’m a hot-natured and thus have a fan blowing on me, pretty much, year round. It is especially necessary in this horrible summer heat. The big problem is that it isn’t supposed to be this hot yet. It better cool back down! I isn’t supposed to be this hot until late July. I know some ladies that enjoy this horrendous heat. I sure hope they’re happy.
Well, it’s Father’s Day this Sunday and I’ve still got to make Mike’s card. You see, he prefers homemade cards, so I’m a good woman and give him what means the most to him. Then there’s my own father, who is a wonderful dad. And my oldest son, who is going to be a father in a few short weeks. I’m so excited!
Well, I have lots to do. So I’ll run for now. I hope you have a great weekend.
Until next time, God bless,
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