My Birthday Bouquet

My birthday bouquet arrived today from my sweet hubby — and he even remembered that I love yellow flowers. There’s something about that color that feels like bottled sunshine: cheerful, hopeful, and impossible to look at without smiling. The mix of tulips, daisies, and roses is just perfect, and I may or may not have rearranged them three times already trying to decide which angle looks best on the kitchen table.

On the little note card, he wrote that he’s taking me to my favorite restaurant Saturday night. Yum! Just reading it made me grin. And before you wonder why he wrote it instead of telling me in person — it’s because he’s away for work, as usual. He’s gone Monday through Friday, out there keeping the wheels turning while I hold down the fort (and the goats, and the chickens). But knowing him, he probably stopped to pick out those flowers after a long day (or just made a phone call to the florist). That’s love right there — the quiet kind that shows up in details.

He retires at the end of this year, and I can’t wait. After all these years of phone calls, emails, and “goodnight” texts, we’ll finally be in the same place all week long. Of course, I’m realistic enough to know how that goes. We might end up one of those couples who text each other from opposite ends of the couch. But that’s fine with me — it’s still together.

For now, I’m just enjoying my beautiful bouquet and thinking how lucky I am to have someone who still remembers my favorite color after all these years. Love doesn’t always shout. Sometimes it just shows up on your doorstep — in a vase full of yellow flowers.

 

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