“Where did this rose come from?” I asked.
“The Mary garden,” Brenna replied.
“Unusual to see a rose so late in the season,” I said thoughtfully. Then, “Has anyone been praying to Saint Therese?”
Rosie smiled sheepishly. “I have.”
I nodded and considered the rose. “It looks like your prayer has been answered. What have you been praying for?”
“For you and the baby, that it would be born safely.”
So I guess we have nothing to worry about. St. Therese has got this covered.