Yes...I have finally started a blog. You may be wondering why I called it "My Sweet Petunia", and I can only say that each night I tuck in my youngest daughter and say, "Goodnight my sweet petunia." To which she replies, "I am not a petunia mama...I am a kitty!". I smile and think to myself...oh to be 4. I love flowers, but petunia fits her. A petunia is colorful, petite, and can grow anywhere...just like her.