Roses For Teri

One of the things that was so unique in Paul's and my relationship was that he kept me "bathed" in roses. I felt princesss-like and always had a visual and scented reminder of his love and devotion.

Spring has sprung and my roses are being my provider this year. They are bursting forth with blossoms. I'm not traveling as I did last year, so I get to partake in their explosion of beauty and love.

I sat on my porch tonight, sipping a glass of wine. The temperature was "my" perfect 70 degrees. For a change I didn't need nor even want noise. I just hovered in the serenity of it all.

"Contented" is the word I would pick for myself this weekend. Rose-spoiled and contented. What a perfect intro into the weekend.