I love flowers. Fresh flowers. But I didn’t expect to receive them on our anniversary. See, we’ve been traveling a lot this month, and we returned from yet another trip around 6pm on our big day. An hour later we were out to dinner at a local Italian place I’d wanted to try. So there was no time for flowers.
But when I came down stairs after a shower, I was surprised to see tall, beautiful, cheery-yellow gladiolas and bright, blooming yellow lilies, as well as a guilty smile on Mike’s face. Sigh. Mike ran out to find flowers for me while I conditioned my hair. We sat down to enjoy the anniversary cake made for us by Laura, the woman who created our wedding cake two years ago, which was delivered by a friend while we were out of town. And today I smile with joy and gratitude whenever those bunches of cheeriness catch my eye.