On our way in, while we were still on Briggs Hill Road, we stopped at a corner where wild rose bushes were overflowing with blooms. My dad thought that we needed to bring flowers to my mom and new baby sister, and so we picked. With handfuls of pink blooms attached to soft thorns and prickly leaves, we headed to the hospital to meet Lindsay. I remember being so proud of those flowers - and that we had picked them ourselves.
And I remember the smile on my mom's face when we gave her the flowers as we climbed onto the hospital bed and got to meet our new sister for the first time.
I'm pretty sure my mom dried those flowers, and they're tucked into Lindsay's baby book.
It's funny the things we remember....and how a simple picture can bring a flood of memories back.
PPPS - Lindsay, we loved you then just as much as we do now! Promise. :)