How sweet

A florist just delivered an arrangement of a dozen roses (white, pink, and yellow) in a vase. I wasn't sure who they were from, but it turns out they were from a couple from church. Peter plays in the handbell choir. He wasn't there last Monday (I had a little meltdown last Monday so everyone knew I was struggling emotionally), but someone must have told him of our recent loss. I think I am going to save these roses (dry them later). It's a tangible reminder of the 6 little babies we lost. I am truly overwhelmed by the thoughtfullness and kindness of a fellow bell ringer. I am really, really touched. It was totally unexpected.