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The Hoya plant that I started from a slip of my Grandma Grace's original plant hangs in our dining room. It is the one plant in the house that I water religiously so that I always have a piece of her here with me.
I've had that plant for well over 10 years and it has NEVER bloomed and I have often wondered how on earth she managed to get hers to bloom all of the time. On what should have been her 90th birthday, she showed me.
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I'm not sure why I found this so emotional but I totally cried.
Posted by: cass | February 16, 2009 at 12:15 PM
sweet...my half-alive-at-times-Christmas Catcus that I got from my sister when I gave birth to Parker bloomed on his Birthday last year and then not again until I brought Emmitt home from the hospital...strange but wonderful.
Posted by: Becks | February 16, 2009 at 12:19 PM
I got goosebumps!! That is amazing. ps I absolutely LOVE your hair :)
Posted by: Tanya Hedin | February 16, 2009 at 07:55 PM
it is beautiful.
Posted by: jenny | February 16, 2009 at 08:02 PM
Wow.
Posted by: AmandaH | February 17, 2009 at 07:08 AM
You made me almost cry and I got goosebumps. Hard to believe Grandma would have been 90. I miss her all the time.
By the way, I LOVE your haircut, it almost didn't look like you, very cute cut on you.
Posted by: Rhonda | February 17, 2009 at 03:49 PM