Helen’s words to her “Papa”:

“The way that I like to think of you on your birthday, my dear Papa, is standing out among the flowers utterly lost in thought, but with such a warm and appreciative smile on your face that the buds start out and every plant blossoms just because it is so sure of your sympathy.”

…like my husband, Sean, and I are, no doubt you have your own methodology for getting your fix. Our order of procurement goes something like this:

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