Kerry brought them home for me. He has only ever given me a cactus, no flowers. But that's my fault, flowers die, I would rather have something that will be around for awhile. Like chocolate, it sticks around my middle for months!
I guess I can't be too surprised by the snow on April 2nd, because this was April 19th last year. My poor daffodils.
And yesterday I cried, I cried and I cried. Emily just finished reading The Boy in the Striped Pajamas. She told me about the saddest part in the book, I won't say what it is incase you want to read it. But it bothered me so much that I started to cry and then had to leave the room so she wouldn't see me full out crying. And then she told Kerry about it and I cried some more. Even thinking about it made me cry. She said it wasn't a true story, but I know that the premise is real, I know what did happen, and that maybe it couldn't have happened that way in the book, the feelings, the horror, it all happened.
Off to look at my daffodils, I need a happy thought.