Every October my husband sends me roses for our anniversary. I love how they look when they arrive and, although I can't seem to arrange them well, it's nice to look at them and remember the day many years ago when we were married.
Recently my 7 year old daughter was in two cheerleading exhibitions. After each one my husband would present her with a rose to let her know how proud he was of her. She got so excited when we got home to find a vase and give them some water.
The exhibitions were about a week and a half after our anniversary. One morning I just stared at the two vases; mine with the droopy, wilted roses and hers with the bright cheery ones.
Is this the epitome of aging symbolism or what???
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