Kiss from Heaven

I try to never take things for granted,  I mean the subtle things each day that could easily be overlooked. 

The morning my father went into the hospital for surgery, before I even knew he would be rushed to the hospital, I had looked out my white french door to see a beautiful fuchsia rose.

Normally this would not be out of the ordinary however, where it was growing was ever so strange.

It was growing right in the middle of my wild rose bush, it could not be missed.

When looking at this picture, I could not help to see heart shaped petals.

Normally, the wild rose bush would produce only these small red roses from year to year.

But this morning, it provided a " kiss from Heaven ".

Little did I know, as the day progressed I would need this reassurance from above.

My father is doing miraculously well.  

Thank you for all of your well wishes.

I really appreciate your thoughtfulness.

Petals of love to you all,

mo