So very much. Grandpa Coleman loved roses. He planted them all along the gate at their old house. There wasnt a person in the city of Boise that had more beautiful Roses. Roses are what dad buys me when he really wants to tell me how much he loves me. Roses are resiliant and strong. You can not kill a rose bush. As much as you prune it at the end of summer, it will come back even more beautiful. Roses are the quintessintial timeless image of love and elegance. Rosey is the name that your brother wanted to name you and the moment he said it that afternoon in the car, it struck a place in my heart. I looked at your Dad and said "I love that" We finally have a name for you little Rosey. We gave it a lot of thought. I just cant imagine you as anything else. A beautiful. meaningful name for a beautiful precious daughter to complete our family.
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