Cards

So a fair amount of time today has been dedicated to hatching my roommate and mine plan to fight S.A.D (Single Awareness Day) blues. Over the pan of about 4 days we spent spare time at the library making a total of 10 ish cards to give to people :) Most of them anonymously. Early this morning after wraping them and getting plenty of tape I scurried from door to door (and in one case car) to deliver our randomness. Then we sat back, waiting for the response. . .

We waited most of the day. :P Finally the guys (we had left their cards on the car due to our inability to get into their dorm) texted us thanking us for the cards - we acted like we knew nothing about it, asking questions and defending ourselves quite nicely. However, these 3 apparently know us pretty well and charged us guilty for giving them cards, haha it was fun to banter back and forth though (at least for us, we were dying of laughter with each crazy excuse and random question.) One guy whom i have known for a LONG time just knew that it was us and would NOT back down, the other was fairly determined but decided to give us a faint shadow of a doubt, and the third didn't say much at all - (His was the one my roommate poked the most fun at - I do hope he didn't take it personally)  It was great fun.

To date the others that we gave cards too have not really figured it out - at least I have heard mention if it so maybe they will just be happy without knowing - which is perfectly fine :)

Oh and one more thing - did I get my special flower? YES :) -
Today I received beautiful flowers from both sets of parents (and they were SUPER beautiful) but  I KNEW my heavenly Father had one Just for me for me . . . somewhere. . . and so just near the end of the day there was one rose that had been tossed (or dropped) to the side of the sidewalk. It was a beautiful long stemmed red rose ( though slightly bruised) and something about its unique beauty caught my eye. To some it may appear as a rejected rose, one forgotten or despised, but right when I saw it, I could just hear my Father emphasis the beauty in the broken things, and how He would never leave me but rather use me  (no matter how bruised) to bring joy to others ( the quote for today sums it up nicely)

Anyways, it made me super happy :)

The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved; loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves.
Victor Hugo