My little rose tree

Ever since I was a little girl and saw Alice in Wonderland for the first time, I have wanted to have a rose tree. Last week we were at a garden center, looking at magnolia trees; when I turned around, there it was, my rose tree. 

I got so excited. There it was, my childhood garden dream right before my eyes! So Tom picked it up, and brought it home for me. However, they told us, when we bought it, not to expect many blossom this year. Which was fine with me, I can be patient.

On Wednesday night, Tom decided that next to the rose tree was an appropriate place to bury the baby. I agreed. And we preformed a midnight burial.

Today, I went out side for the first time since Wednesday (I lost a lot of blood, and can't really walk well, but Tom helped walk around the yard). A single red rose has blossomed on the tree, right above the baby. The boys now call the tree the Baby Tree.

I think I will always love this tree.

Memorial Fun

I can honestly say that Memorial Day is one of my favorite holidays. It is right up there with Christmas. It is the one day of the year that the entire Strong Family sets aside to be together. I am talking more than my siblings (which they do as well), but my cousins, my aunts and uncles, my grandparents. It is fabulous, and I look forward to it every year.

We have an epic breakfast cook out. All the best breakfast foods you can imagine, with some of your favorite people; homemade rockets shooting off into the air; baseball; sword fighting; How can it get better? 

Well I will tell you: my parents then preceded to have a grand party at their house for just their little family. Barbecue, water slides, grandkids. Sounds like a recipe for good times to me. And let me assure you, it was.

Check out the rocket!

Rocket launch with Grandpa.

 

Sadly, the rocket did not survive.

Have you ever played on a deflated, blow-up water slide? I am not sure which they liked more, sliding down it when it was inflated and wet, or rolling around in it when it was dry and flat.

And to top it off, I gave Tom a mullet. (Word to the wise, NEVER ask you wife to cut your hair during a family party, you might end up like this:)

LOSS

A busy day at work

A spot of blood

A moment of fret

A call to the midwife

Another spot of blood

A long nap

A loving husband

A spot of blood

Why won't the blood stop?

A beautiful blessing

A good nights rest

A lazy morning

A feeling of peace

A reclined afternoon

A meal from a friend

A cramp

A lost appetite

A rush to the toilet

A single moment of loss

A scream for help

A loving husband

A lot of blood

A call to the midwife

A tearful bath

A red bath 

A long shower

A red tub

Why won't the bleeding stop?

A concerned husband

A knowledgeable midwife

An amazing mother-in-law

A rush to the pharmacy

A perfectly cooked steak

A hundred thousand tears 

A burial by a rose tree

A somber sleepless night

A hug from a son

A tear from another

A very sad family

When will this bleeding heart stop?