Have I ever told the story of the snake plants I have all over my house? You guys, these things are freakin survivors! They’re over 30 years old. My parents got 2 snake plants when they got married, and over the years, the plants have been divided and split so many times. Last time I counted there were over 25 of these descendants between my mother’s house and mine.
They’re pretty much invincible. They’ve survived many moves, they’ve almost been murdered by me multiple times as I clumsily learned how to care for them, they’ve been attacked by cats, and they’ve been stuck in dark rooms for far too long.
Throughout all the trial and error, they’ve been a part of my entire life. They were there the day I was born and came home from the hospital. They were there as I grew through childhood. They were there through my first marriage and divorce. They were there when I brought Noah home for the first time. They’ve seen me laugh and cry and celebrate and mourn. And now they’re about to start their new life in our forever home. I can’t wait to show them their new house. These guys are going to love it just as much as I love them.
Moral of the story: Snake Plants are vampires. The end. 🤣 (You know me, I’ve gotta ruin the mushy moment somehow, right?) - 7 hours ago