I walked through the living room many times today and felt a warm glow each time. Nope, I wasn’t having hot flashes. (Well I was, but that wasn’t the reason.) My smile-a-minute feelings are because my son gave me a bouquet of flowers. The vase sits on my coffee table and catches my eye with creamy fuchsia rimmed roses, deep bluish-purple statice, and lime green mums. The medley of colors simply pop with a “look at me!” attitude…one I’ve never been able to master in my own life.
The reason the flowers are so endearing are twofold:
1. I know when he gets me flowers that he takes the time to select the combination himself. He doesn’t just run into the grocery store to buy the pre-packaged bouquet. While there is loveliness in all flowers, it makes me feel extra special that he takes the time to think about what I’d oooo and ahhhh about.
2. This is the biggy—there was no reason for the gift. He said he just thought it had been awhile since he got me flowers, and wanted to do it.
How can I not feel warmed when I’m so loved? Seeing those flowers reminds me of all my blessings, and it is the best part of my day.