My cactus.

In Relief Society on Sunday our cute teacher gave everyone a cactus.

At first, I was like what the crap.

But the lesson was about how despite all of our trials and afflictions (prickles on a cactus) there will always be sunshine at the end of the tunnel and that things will work out for our good (the bloom).

I had no idea cactus's bloomed but then again I have never really studied cactus's.

Anyway, today my mini cactus bloomed.

I never ever in a million years thought I would say this but my cactus is beautiful right now.

And I love what it symbolizes.

On a side note:  

I have never been really good at taking care of things.

Mostly plants and pets.

I just don't get it and it seems hard.

 I thought a cactus would be super easy for obvious reasons but apparently they need water and fertilizer and all that stuff. 

I have no idea what I am going to do.

Sad it will probably die soon.

Especially since right after I got done taking my picture with it I dropped it on accident which resulted in a droopy, smashed flower.

Sad.

At least I got to enjoy it for a few hours!