The day of my surgery, despite the fact the I thought I was just fine, my friend's had enough sense to realize I was pretty out of it. Melissa picked up the boys from school, and was taking them to her house for the afternoon. But before they did that, she brought them by so they could see that I was ok. They each came in holding roses and a get well balloon. It was the sweetest delivery ever. Melissa said they both insisted on getting roses. They couldn't find purple (my favorite color), so found the next best thing -- red and pink. Aren't they gorgeous? Thanks boys (and Melissa)!
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