Brothers and Roses

Does anything make your day more than getting roses? Tuesday I was called to the office during last period of the day. When I arrived, there stood my brother, Jason, with a vase of roses for me. To say the least, I was shocked. A slight breeze could have knocked me over. First, he lives in Michigan! Now that is love... Actually, he was on his way to Indy for a speaking engagement, but it was still major sweet. He had heard from my Dad that I haven't been feeling well and that I've been a little down, so he wanted to surprise me and cheer me up. Well, he definitly accomplished both. It was a wonderful surprise and has improved this whole week. I've left the flowers here so I could actually enjoy them and everytime I'm ready to scream or hurt a small child, I go over and breath deeply into the beautiful flowers. This calms me down and helps me to regain control. So, these roses have been a lifesaver in more ways than one this week. :) (Thanks, J)

The best part about it was the reaction of all the office ladies. They were hillarious. First they couldn't believe that my brother would come here, hug me and tell me he loved me in the middle of the office with all these people around. They all (4 ladies total) said they could not imagine their brothers EVER doing that. They thought it was amazing. They wanted to know if Jason was married and just how lucky his wife is to have such a thoughtful husband (Holly-are you gagging yet?). I got a real kick out of it. But, it did get me to thinking. I take the close relationship I have with both of my siblings for granted. I am so thankful for a family who is open and affectionate.

So, here is my challenge for today. Call your siblings and tell them you love them. You can never say it enough and you can definitly never hear it enough. Don't assume that they know. What if they don't?