Love arose

I told her I love her again just now. I tell her a lot. Just so she knows... but I guess that by now she probably does.

But this time it was a bit different.

In our garden we planted a white rose, right in front of our French windows. Not just any white rose... it pretends to be pink as the bud develops, but then surprises with large single perfectly white petals, which become randomly spotted with pink at the end of the season.

“I love our white rose too! Not as much as you... but it’s getting close!”