It may come as a surprise that with less than forty eight hours remaining in my 43rd year, I don't have some big, profound thoughts to share tonight. But you know I like to keep you on your toes. AND, I sure would hate for you to think I was being predictable. So instead, I'm gonna do probably the last thing that's expected of me on this monumental 364th out of 366 posts and I'm gonna share a topic from Mari's "Memories & Thoughts" jar.
My kids and I looked through the many choices that I still have left and I chose "If you were a flower, you'd be a..." Kelsie immediately screamed out "A Rose", and although I'm fond of them; that's not what I'd be. No, I'm not as stoic as a Rose, as prim as a Rose, or as perfect as a Rose. Nor would I want to be.
If I were a flower, I'd be a Gerber daisy. Or Gerbera if you say tomato. Gerber's are straight forward. They are what they are and they make no excuses. They're brightly colored, happy flowers. Little rays of sunshine if you will. In fact, I've never seen a Gerber that I didn't like and I actually can't say the same about a Rose.
When I see a Gerber daisy, I get a smile on my face. Their simple beauty is a joy to behold, and I definitely wouldn't mind if someone thought the same about me. Gerber daisies are affordable and they're pretty low maintenance; so I can't imagine that there's anyone who wouldn't love them. And after all, isn't that what we all want - to be loved and appreciated?
So what about you? If YOU were a flower, you'd be a...
Please leave me a comment and let me know.
Till next time...
Queen of EVERYTHING