So I am in my laundry room, switching the clothes from the washer into the dryer, trying to get Savannah to sort her laundry by colors, when Savannah says, "Um mom, someone is at the door for you." Who? "Just come see." Who is it? "A guy with flowers."
Okay, so with a shy smirk that I am trying to quash I head for the door. Who could possibly be sending ME flowers. Is there a mistake? What is the occasion? And there stands a young gentleman with the bouquet you see here:
I remember watching the movie Bed of Roses where Christian Slater tells Mary Stuart Masterson how much he loves delivering flowers, and how he loves the reactions he gets. Surprise, grief, joy. I wonder if my delivery boy likes delivering flowers and I wonder what he thought of my reaction. Surprise and inquisition(Let me get to that card and see who they are from).
Who are they from, you wonder? I have decided not to tell, because I am sure this person would want to remain anonymous and not have me telling his/her secrets.
You know who you are and you know I love you. I am so blessed to have you in my life. I really am speechless today, these beautiful flowers were so unexpected. But I should have known that you would honor me in this way, being the thoughtful person that you are. They are gorgeous and lovely. Thank you for the beauty you bring to me, today and every day.