Plant of a lifetime...

There is a plant in my house that I have had for 32 years. I received it as a gift the day my son was born. Aloud I said, "thank you so much," inside, I was rather positive it would die. I had never had a plant live more than a month - and previously I'd only had 'easy to care for' succulents. Ha.

I didn't know how to care for a plant.

Or a baby.

I cried when I unwrapped my son for the first time, alone at home. He was so tiny, so fragile. I was terrified I'd break him in some way.

In contrast, the plant was big and hardy, but it required a green thumb and mine was quite black -- like all the plants I'd killed.

Well, the baby survived childhood and adolescence to become a happy, healthy, loving man.

And I now have a room dedicated to dozens of plants...including that first one -- from which I took a cutting and propagated a new plant for my daughter-in-law when she and my son moved into their first apartment.

She was terrified she'd kill it.

That was two years ago. No babies yet but the plant still lives.