Colores del Sol
(the name of our wine, but also my name for these roses)
My sister came home with her arms full of flowers, and she brought, too, a Malbec from Argentina with hints of cherry, a loaf of fresh bread, and a local cheese. She made a delectable ganache-filled dessert and the soon-to-be brother-in-law suggested an Argentine film he's been wanting to show us (El Hijo de la novia). We were merry while the evening grew long. I felt very loved and very happy.
Do we get to celebrate every acceptance letter? they ask.
(I say, Why not?)
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