I dearly love roses. During the first several years of our marriage, my thoughtful husband, Kevin, often brought them to me or had them delivered to the bank where I worked. After buying a home in the country on two acres of land, Kevin wanted me to have a steady supply, so he started a multi-colored rose garden right under our front porch.
He kept adding to it, and by the time we sold our home 14 years later, our rose garden was a work of art and living testimony to the hours of love Kevin had poured into this symbol of devotion.
