Friends and Flowers

You know when you lay in bed at night and you can’t go to sleep and your mind won’t quit thinking….well that was me last night. One of the things I was thing about last night was friendship. I was thinking how precious they are. I was also thinking how friendships can be like flowers.
Every year I plant some annuals out in front of my house. They bloom for a short period of time, but I love them while they are there. Some friendships are like annuals. You are thrown together with some people for short periods of time and for some reason that friendship fades away after awhile. It might be because you moved or got a new job. Lots of friendships revolved around children, if you had any, and their interests. As their interests change so did the friendships.
I also have some perennials planted in my yards. Without fail, they come back every year. If you are lucky, you have a few friendships like the perennials you have planted in your yard. No matter what, they are always there. You may not see them daily, weekly or even yearly, but you know deep down they would be there for you in heart beat. I am lucky enough to have a few friends I think of like that. One I can think of is a friend I made when I moved to Maryland at the age of 16. Not an easy time to make a move. When my dad wanted me to meet his boss’ daughter I thought …great this is going to be the longest day of my life. Well, it turned out to be one of the best days of my life because I met my lifelong friend. We went to the same high school. We got our first jobs together. We met boys together (one of which she eventually married). After high school, my family moved again, but we stayed in contact. Over the years our lives took different directions. She married and had kids several years before me but we continued to stay in touch. We didn’t see each other often but we both knew the other was there if they were needed. We both continue to have busy lives, me with a couple of athletic teenagers and her with a business; but I know if I needed her, she would be there for me and I would do the same for her.
Take some time to think about that friend who is like that perennial flower you have planted in your yard, always there year after year. Give them a call, send them an email. Better yet call my friend who has been there since I was 16 and order some flowers to let them know you are thinking about them. By the way, my friend is the owner of Little House of Flowers.

Anybody who doesn't know what soap tastes like never washed a dog.

Jason and I have a dog. Ok, well when I say “we” have a dog, it really means, Jason has a dog. He paid for her, pays for her vet bills, and pays for her food. I am more like the fun Aunt who brings toys and lets her drink beer behind his back.
When we brought her home it was the week of Thanksgiving. I had a 10 day vacation from work and couldn’t think of anything I wanted to do more, than spend those cool fall days inside cuddling up with a 7 pound, all white, cute as a button, bulldog.
The first hour she was home I just watched her waddle around the yard and took pictures like I was Anne Geddes. She fell in the leaves with her wobbly footing, and I fell in love. A few hours went by like a few minutes, she melted my heart.
Overnight, the honeymoon came to a screeching halt.
I try to repress the memory of her first night with us because if I let it into consciousness I’m not sure she would still be part of our lives (Just kidding! though, if you told me that following morning that we could give her back with no repercussions, she would have been out of there faster than me at a tractor pull)

But don’t worry, I now love this pooch more than a fat kid loves cake.

Her name is Stella and this her first summer. She is spunky 8 month old and she has picked up quite a hobby. Mud. Yes, wet dirt. I don’t know what it is about this dog, but she rolls around in mud like I dream of rolling around in mashed potatoes, or mint chocolate chip ice-cream. And I don’t mean she runs through it or simply lays down to cool off. I mean, when she emerges, you would think she had been in the trenches at war. So dirty, I wouldn’t be able to pick her out of a line up. The rolling is then followed by frantic sprints in circles, which I think are purely to gain enough speed to perform the perfect belly flop, right back in the swampy hole she came from. It is like a drug to her, and I’m not sure we will ever be able to detox her, and this quote shows exactly why we would never try.
“He is your friend, your partner, your defender, your dog. You are his life, his love, his leader. He will be yours, faithful and true, to the last beat of his heart. You owe it to him to be worthy of such devotion.”

We're fools whether we dance or not, so we might as well dance.

For those of you who don't know me, I'm the daughter of the owners of Little House of Flowers...

Well, it's taken a long while to find a boy i could stand to spend a year with, so this is quite an accomplishment! Haha, just kidding (sort of). But today Jason and I celebrate 1 year of love, laughter, and fun.

Since he has unloaded his bank account for the beach house, and i have yet to get a full grasp on what the word "budget" means, we will be celebrating low key. I put post it notes up all over the bathroom mirror of sweet thoughts and kind words for him to wake up to. He called to thank me and I guess felt guilty I left the house empty handed, he offered to take me out to dinner. I'll take it! A few roses wouldn't hurt either :)

Don and Tony

He's a little over 50 years old, he's just under 5 years old. They're good friends, you know.

Tony, the 5 year old, tells his mommy that he wants to spend the entire day with Don. Don, the 50 year old, tells his wife that he wants to spend the entire day with Tony. What do they do? They pick up sticks before mowing, they load up the truck with garbage and ride side-by-side to the dump, they hammer nails, they check out engines of cars, they tighten bolts on the training wheels of Tony's bicycle or they hang out with the dogs.

Their last trip to the dump ended in smiles because they visited the Little House of Flowers and picked up a random rose for Tony's mother, after working together on something or other. Tony's daddy lives in another town and they only get to visit once in awhile, Tony's mommy doesn't do the "boy" things as much as Tony needs, and so, Don, and his wife Julie, have become the neighbors and friends to them, picking up the slack where his mother cannot.

Incidentally, they own the Little House of Flowers. And also incidentally, Tony's Mommy is me, the writer of this particular blog post.

We all have a story to tell. Mine is not so different than many others, and in the past few years, I have realized that going through a painful divorce and losing a brother at a very young age can actually make the people in your life all that more special. It also helps me to realize just how many blessings I actually have in my life. There are so many more people who are struggling with that and even more. Death, birth, heartache, aging parents, divorce, unemployment and ah, what else? So many more things. It is helpful to know that we're not all alone, isn't it? There is someone out there who knows how you are feeling, and there is someone out there who knows the key to living...

On the days when I feel like it is all-consuming, I think about the friendship that my son has forged with Don. Forty-five years between them, and they both know what the key to this life is. They know the things that matter and the things that don't.

Live.