When I was born, my dad gave me a single yellow rose to celebrate my birth. And on each year subsequent, he gave me yellow roses for my birthday in number equal to the age I was turning.
Well. knowing how much this tradition meant to me, Josh decided to do the same for Odette. It was such a sweet surprise to me when he showed up to the hospital with a single rose for our little girl. He modified my dad's and my tradition slightly by getting our little girl a pink rose rather than a yellow one to make their tradition their own. He even got the rose at what I think is one of the cutest florists on the Upper East Side.
She is a lucky lady to have such a wonderful father (as am I).
And not to worry, Josh also brought me the most beautiful hyacinth that so wonderfully perfumed our little hospital room during our stay. I will forever think of this special time in our lives when I smell the lovely scent of hyacinth.
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