Flower Fortune- Sweetbriar: Poetry and fragrance.

Two steppers and pointy, pink shoes.
(Not trainers for once, no children to step and scuff.)
Heart breaking. When you step out of the car, waiting.
I suck in my breath. Waiting? It's me or the other.

The song above is one of my favorites to dance to. Harry laughs at me because I usually put this on right after I get dressed up for an event. Once, he had to meet with his parents' very old friend who lives in the city, and he was so nervous. We went to this really nice, expensive restaurant and I was wearing a red dress. (It was one of those occasions that calls for a black dress, but which you can't help yourself so you wear red.) I cranked up this song (I felt so beautiful), and held Harry's hands and we danced around the room with the children at our feet. The sitter came in through the door and didn't know how to respond to our moment. I laughed at her pink face and embarassed eyes. Would you like to dance one with me? I asked. She smiled sheepishly. Yes, she answered. So I asked her what kind of music she liked. I don't know, she said. So I put on another song that you may listen to if you wish: