I was a genius.

I recently came across a card I made for my grandmother a long time ago.

After seeing a whole bunch of "rewrite the roses are red poems" challenges, I figured I would post it.

After reading it, I remain firmly convinced that my eight year old self was a genius.

"Roses are red,

Violets are blue.

I can be any color

to love you!"

Sometimes, you really need some 8 year old wisdom in your life.