Isabelle Rose

It's been two months and one day since I lost our baby,

I think about her literally every day.
Every. Day.

Remember how I was sure the baby was a girl?

And we were going to name her Isabelle Rose?

Well, I work with some really cool women.

And they gave me a rose bush to plant on the due date of Isabelle Rose. 

It was to grow as she would have grown. 

It was very sweet and thought.

I loved it.

I still love it. 

In fact I think I love it even more these days.

You see, when we got the bush, it was empty.

I couple of dead looking brown sticks with thorns.

Well, now it looks like this:

It's growing like crazy!

It has rose buds about to blossom.

Lots of green tall stems and leaves.

It's already beautiful.

But the crazy thing is: We've never once watered it.

Not a drop.

All of a sudden, with nothing from us, it was growing.

Now, I don't know a thing about gardening or planting or rose bushes.

Maybe roses don't need water to grow.

I don't know.

But I'm telling myself they do need water. 

And that it somehow grew without water or any care.

And that makes this rose bush symbolizing my Isabelle Rose so beautiful.