Small things have profound meaning

The night after Ellie was born, Erin had me go home to get some needed sleep and tend to the dogs. I hated to leave, and found that I was anxious be with my girls after I got home. Early the next morning, I walked out into the backyard with the dogs. As I was walking back towards the house, I noticed a single pink rose on our rosebush that I had never seen before. All the previous roses had been white. I ran back inside and grabbed a pair of scissors. I put the single bud into a small vase, then hustled back to the hospital. As I drove back to the hospital (coffee in hand), I started to think that maybe it wasn't a coincidence that I discovered it when I did.