This miniature rose was a gift from my sister when my first child, Inwe, was born. I was so worried when she gave it to us, because I haven't had the best luck with minature roses. I know of three that I have managed to mangle and then kill. I didn't want that to happen to a rose I associated with my daughter.
Phill and I planted it outside and watched it bloom. In the winter, when Inwe was a year old, we couldn't even find a stem of it. We were sure that we had lost it to the freezing temperatures. In the spring, the plant came out of the ground and bloomed for quite a while.
Inwe is now four. The rose is still around. Each winter I worry that the temperatures will be too harsh, but here it is.