I have a cousin, Marilyn, who has always been my favorite. She's eleven years older than I, and never seemed to mind whenever I was a pest. When I was five years old, I kept kissing her while she tried to put on her makeup for a date. I'm sure it was irritating, but she wouldn't say a word. Finally, my mother scolded, "Now, Sally, let Marilyn alone!"
I stuck out my lower lip and said, "I YUST wanted her to tie my bow!" Everyone laughed at that lie, and it turned into one of those family sayings.
Marilyn is the kindest person I know. She's standing on the porch of the house where I was born. At that time, it was my grandparents' home. Marilyn and her family owned it after our grandparents died. It stayed in the family for decades, but now it's owned by someone outside the family.
Marilyn lives way too far away in another state, and I don't see her very often. However, I think of her almost every day when I see this display of flowers.
When we moved into this house thirteen years ago, Marilyn and her husband came for a visit, along with his two sisters. During the visit, I described what I wanted in this spot. (Of course, I never thought that she was going to do this for me!) When she got home, she hunted until she found just the right container--this sweet white pitcher. (I wanted a white pitcher with plain lines, filled with soft pastel Pink flowers.) Then, she commissioned a florist to create this special assortment and had this beauty sent to me. It was exactly what I had envisioned!
Aren't they beautiful? For all these years, I've kept them here, except for Thanksgiving through Christmas. I look at this arrangement and think of Marilyn.
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