Wednesday - Roses from My Valentine

[ninanevermore]

Today on my drive into work, I was thinking about the fact that, for the 17th time in a row, I got roses in a vase for Valentine's Day. I'm touched by the way he held them out to me this morning, like a schoolboy presenting a bouquet of posies to the girl next door. They are lovely, a mix of red and white long-stemmed beauties.

If only I had the heart to tell him, after almost 2 decades years together, that I don't like cut flowers. It's too late, I'm afraid. After all this time, after all this money wasted on flowers, I fear it would devastate him. He's been so proud of each bouquet he's ever given me. I know him. He didn't just walk in, grab the first flowers he saw, toss them on the counter, and walk out. He is an aviation mechanic and inspector, and so he is thorough and has an eye for detail. He looked at them all, chose the most perfect roses he could find, and even arraigned them in the vase himself. I've watched him pick gifts for other people, so I know how he does this. I also know how he thinks: roses are pretty, and he thinks I am pretty, too, so he buys me roses.

While I dislike the flowers themselves, I find myself blushing at the compliment they represent: after 17 years together, he still thinks I'm pretty. That knowledge alone is all the Valentine I needed.


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Comments

[lil-ms-drama.livejournal.com]

While I do love dying flowers, I told Dale exactly what I wanted for Valentine's Day this year.

I hope he got the hint when I said "The Valentine heart with the Lindor truffles in them. You can get it at Walgreens, Target, and Wal-Mart and I know because I saw it there."

[neanahe.livejournal.com]

Not today, he can't, there's nothing but dusty shelves and a few of those cheap boxes of generic chocolate left. Hope he shopped early. ;D

Jeff is in a bind, though, since I don't eat chocolates because of the sugar in them. I'm picky about jewelry (I'll say I like what he picks but then never wear it). As for clothes, he doesn't even buy those for himself, much less anyone else. I tell him (every year) just to get a card and I'm cool with that. And every year he buys more roses...

[lil-ms-drama.livejournal.com]

Sounds like it's gift card time!

That is, only if you'll spend it on yourself.

[neanahe.livejournal.com]

He hears me bitch about the gift cards I get from my father and That Woman My Father is Married To. As a result of them, I have gift card baggage, so I think Jeff would be terrified to buy me a gift card. Gift cards are best from people who really don't see you that often and therefore really have no idea what you like or need.

I only want a greeting card. I really am that low maintenance. Really!