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My dad and I used to sit in our Buick (I still remember those navy blue, plush seats) in the garage listening to “Run for the Roses” by the late-Dan Fogelberg. It was, and remains to this day, my favorite song of all time. While maybe an odd choice, it was the song he and I danced to at my wedding.

The "Run For The Roses" is another name for the Kentucky Derby where winning horse traditionally receives a wreath of roses. This song is about a young colt growing up and running in the race.  Since I have a talent for twisting just about anything into being solely about me, this story/song has always helped me make sense of situations in my adult life.  Through my parent’s divorce, and the subsequent decades since, I can find comfort in the lyrics and melody.  Lots of tears shed, and I'm sure, not just mine, listening to this song. But, in my little six year old mind, it was about ponies and flowers and being with my dad.  What more can a girl want?

Things haven’t changed much. I still seek out my dad's approval, whether I take his advice is another story. And although I love horses, it's just not enough to have one of our own, much to Maddie’s dismay.  But the flowers...well, that brings me to my point.

The roses. 

I don’t know when my obsession actually began, although I don’t think I am alone in trying to pinpoint the exact moment any kind does.  I do know with my first whiff of a garden rose, it was over.  Well, for me anyway...the true commitment came when Dale found the magic in a David Austin rose.  (Remember, I’m the dreamer, he’s the doer. I dream and buy, he digs and plants.  Perfect marriage, if you’re me).

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I sit here tonight, following an “away” baseball game of Miles’ (a win if you're wondering), typing at my dining room table, in awe of a bouquet of roses I grew (right).  I make everyone that comes through my front door smell them…it’s sort of obnoxious and I don't care.  But, I think, someday, when I am gone, the smell of a garden rose might remind my friends and family, and hopefully most of all my children, how much love went in to growing these beauties.  Love for the flower, of course, but also the love between a husband and wife (our kids' mom and dad) following a dream.  And, that we were able to find a common interest, even after things in common in our youth, may not be so common after all. 

Things change.
And evolve. 
And ebb and flow. 
And, if all else fails, I hope we inspired them to embrace the inevitable. 

I’ll leave you with the lyrics of Run for the Roses.  Reading them certainly does the trick, and while folk-80s music might not be your thing, I have also graced you with a youtube video.  You're welcome ;).   

Born in the valley
And raised in the trees
Of Western Kentucky
On wobbly knees
With Mama beside you
To help you along
You'll soon be a growing up strong

All long lazy mornings
In pastures of green
The sun on your withers
The wind in your mane
Could never prepare you
For what lied ahead
The run for the roses so red

And it's run for the roses
As fast as you can
Your fate is delivered
Your moment's at hand
It's the chance of a lifetime
In a lifetime of chance
And it's high time you joined in the dance
It's high time you joined in the dance

From sire to sire
It's born in the blood
The fire of a mare
And the strength of a stud
It's breeding and it's training
And it's something unknown
That drives you and carries you home

And it's run for the roses
As fast as you can
Your fate is delivered
Your moment's at hand
It's the chance of a lifetime
In a lifetime of chance
And it's high time you joined in the dance
It's high time you joined in the dance

xoxo,
katy

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