Everyone has an anniversary that is difficult each year… a memory to remember and survive and find joy somehow. This past week contained one of those bittersweet days. However, the day was so full and busy with just getting everything done that the emotion of it didn’t until late in the evening. What was interesting was the subtle
message I was given three times…once by a student taking a private who brought me a bottle of water, once by a magazine left in the bathroom by my husband and once by my son who selected a specific mug for my tea. Here are those photos and a photo of triumphant survivorship — three Johnny Jump-ups thumbing their collective noses at winter!

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