My husband has sent me some beautiful roses over the years. As a matter of fact, for the first year we dated he literally sent me roses every other week. For a year! Is that crazy or what? No matter how many I received from him, I was always touched. Once, I received a bouquet after he had left on a trip out of town. At first the roses were tight buds, but as the days went by with the vase sitting on my kitchen table, the buds slowly opened to reveal the most beautiful blooms! I had to find a way to preserve their beauty and express how much I missed him, so I tried my hand at painting.