My sweetheart didn't bring me flowers when I delivered our first child. Somewhere inside I had a baseless expectation that a loving husband would surely bring his wife flowers to celebrate this greatest of all triumphs. An extra loving husband wouldn't have to be told this. He would just inherently know. So I pouted in a postpartum, baby blues sort of way. It was perplexing to both of us.
On my 38th birthday I said to my love "Hey, I'd really like some flowers today." We picked out a cheery bunch of pink tulips that added to my kitchen's feng shui extensively. I commented on their beauty often.
One day the petals began to drop and a handsome man in a suite came baring fresh flowers to replace the old ones . . . to celebrate the fact that he doesn't have to read my mind anymoreand because he loves me wildly.
Oh the things
I wish I would have learned sooner.
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Ask and ye shall receive
I was both bouquets last night.... they are still equally beautifully and thriving.... Just like the love between the two of you.
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