A 2:00 A.M. Surprise

They say that diamonds are a girl's best friend but that's not true in my case. When I was growing up, the denomination to which my family belonged frowned upon the wearing of jewelry. This was apparently quite a trial for many women but I always felt pretty indifferent about it. While that stance has changed over the past fifteen or twenty years, I don't even have a wedding ring. Some people went out and bought one once the "ban" was lifted but I figured if it wasn't a big deal to me back then, it wouldn't be a big deal to me now. I don't want to start a debate on the issue. I just wanted to give a little background as to why a diamond ring would have little appeal to me. Flowers on the other hand are a different story. That's interesting because they are only around for a short time while diamonds last forever! Oh well, I still get very excited when I get flowers. It can be a single flower or a gorgeous bouquet. Regardless of the size or where it came from, I revel in the beauty and smell of fresh flowers!

Yesterday, I crashed out for most of the afternoon. Radiation treatments can make you tired and I also taught a class of twenty 7-10 year olds from 8:30-4:00 every day last week. This was my first time working away from home since February 29 so it takes some adjustment as well. I felt really good all week but everything caught up with me on Saturday. I fell asleep about noon and slept a good four hours.

Of course, this meant I was prowling about in the night. It probably would have been different if my husband had been home but he had a gig to do at an event which was supposed to finish at 11:00 and he'd be home about 12:30 a.m.

I got busy and lost track of time. When I did finally look at the clock, it was 1:30 a.m. It's not unusual for events to run late but I decided I would call his cell phone just in case. The event had run late. They didn't finish up until well after midnight and it was nearly 1:30 before strike was finished. He was just getting into the car to head home when I called him. "By the way, I have a passenger with me. A green and white passenger. Since you're still up, you might as well help me get the passenger out of the car." I smiled to myself. I had a pretty good idea of who that passenger was. This had happened before.

When I heard my husband pull into the garage, I ran downstairs and opened the door. Here's a picture of his passenger perched on the dining room table.

No, we hadn't had a fight or anything like that. If he would have bought this arrangement at retail price we might have but he didn't. Often, beautiful floral arrangements are ordered for events. Afterwards, they are simply thrown away unless they can find a home with someone else. My husband rescued this one from that fate. Usually, I'm able to enjoy them for about another two weeks.

Someone once told me they would be offended if they received second-hand flowers. They thought it was cheap and my husband should buy all flowers directly from the florist. If he didn't spend a lot of money on me, he didn't love me. I thought that statement was ridiculous. Usually my second-hand flowers arrive in the wee hours of the morning. My husband may have just put in a long 12-16 hour day and he's exhausted. It's 1:00 or 2:00 in the morning and he's thinking about me.

That's why I say that flowers are this girl's best friend. They remind me that I am loved.

K :princess:

Marsha Tyler Ronquist @kraftykatz ·

Beautiful, the flowers and the story! I also would rather have flowers than diamonds.

:coffee: drinking tea


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