Flowers for a Reason
I was going to start off writing that my husband bought me a bouquet of flowers today for no reason, but then I thought about it and realized that this just wasn’t true. I mean, it isn’t our anniversary, or my birthday, and there was no need to “make up”, but he still bought them.
He said he was going to Home Depot for a quick minute, which is typical when he is working on a project at the house, so I didn’t even really say goodbye. I had other things going on at that moment, and I think all I said was, “OK.”
He had been gone around 30 minutes, but since my separation anxiety stage has long since evaporated after nearly 19 years of marriage, I hadn’t noticed the time. The kids were playing in the yard and I was talking on the phone with my mother, when I heard our van drive up outside. I didn’t run to the door to greet him, like I might have many years ago. I just stayed where I was and continued talking, but through the screen door it looked like he had more than a Home Depot bag in his hands, and he had a bigger grin on his face than usual.
Walking in, he presented me with a simple but beautiful floral arrangement. I asked him what it was for, and he replied, “No reason.”
I finished up my call and gave him a big hug. I thanked him for the flowers and he said, “Well, if I had waited until we could afford it, I might never have gotten them.” (Flowers are something we’ve always agreed to as being an extravagance).
Then, I put my bouquet in some water, he went back to his project, and the kids went on doing what they were doing. Nothing in our day changed, except that I had gotten flowers — a sweet reminder that my husband is very much in love with me, and that he still thinks about me when he is lost in a project or even on a trip to Home Depot.
Yes, I got flowers for a reason.
My minute is up. Thanks for spending yours with me.
Just a Minute Now