Last September, my cousin Amanda married her longtime sweetheart Kirk. It was a beautiful wedding, and Emily was lucky enough to catch part of the bouquet. (She’s too young guys, so back off!) Here’s a little story she wrote about it.
In her own words:
A Word About My Rose
I once had a rose. It was a beautiful red rose. The stem was a beautiful shade of green. I got it at a wedding. The bride threw the rose and I caught it. The next day it looked wilted. The petals started falling off. I was very sad. I asked my mom if there was any way I could save it. She said no. Then I got the idea of writing this story.
Another story about a spider, this one written back in June. (You wouldn’t know it, but she’s actually afraid of spiders!) Thanks to Grandma for the pictures!
I got home from the hospital today (gall bladder surgery, ugh), and found this sweet note waiting for me on the white board. Thanks, Emily!
Emily wrote this story on a 3×5 card while we were having lunch with our friend Kyu at Teri Cafe.
Emily was being cranky one day, and posted this on her bedroom door. I like how she drew me with an oblivious smile on my face.



























