The Search is Over for the Rose of My Childhood

We moved in a 1940's wood siding house in Waynesboro, TN when I was about 6 years old.  I clearly remember every bush, flower and tree in the yard like it was yesterday.  I was the kid that came in, swallowed supper and went back outside with my friends to catch lightning bugs until I was made to come in on summer nights.  Our yard was my playground.  In the backyard was an old rose of the palest baby pink.  It had ruffled semi-double petals and a perfume like no other.  I don't know what happened to that rose only that it has been gone for many years and I have scoured catalogs, the internet and yards for one of my own.  It was my unicorn until today!  A family friend had this rose in her front yard (which I pass every day going to work).  I could not tell from the road that it was anything but a pink rose.  Today we caught Ms. Eileen standing out in her yard and stopped to ask for a cutting.  I could have cried as I got closer and saw the golden stamens on those familiar pink ruffled open petals.  The final sensory shocker was as I took the first smell.  Funny how smells are an important part of our memories we form through life. I was just feeling sad and missing mom on Mother's Day.  It was like a consolation from God to find this rose.