Along her journey, the BabyGirl stopped and plucked a lone red rose which had sprouted at her feet.
It seemed strange a flower would’ve grown in the Field of Gold. And she wondered how it got there until she remembered something her mother once told her when she was little:
“The rose is a flower of love. The world has acclaimed it for centuries. Pink Roses are for love – hopeful and expectant. White Roses are for love – dead or forsaken, but the Red Roses, ah the Red Roses are for love triumphant.
Whichever rose you choose, be Mighty Like that Rose and let it become who you are. When it grows at your feet, then you’ll know you chose the right, but don’t forget to be grateful for the reasons why.”
The BabyGirl looked behind her and saw her Daddy, who as promised, would always be her partner and guardian through life. A sense of completion fell over her … and she was indeed Mighty Like A Rose.
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