I come home from work with a bouquet and Miguel asks, "what's it for?" I smile and say, "it's because I'm sick." Then he pipes up, "but I'm sick too!" I laugh and tell him that the flowers are for both of us.
Yeah, we got the bug. 
Later at bedtime he catches me taking a cellphone snapshot of the bouquet. "Why are you taking a picture of the flowers?" he asks. "So I can remember them," I say. "I want a picture with the flowers too," he says. So, voila!
Well, a little confession here. I always take a snapshot of the flowers Mike gives me. And like I said, it's because I want to remember them.
I so love flowers! Wouldn't you guess by the many arrangements I've painted already? And I know my mom loves them too; I'm like her. Well come to think of it, it's a rare woman that doesn't like them.
I'm of the belief that it's better to give flowers to people while they're alive to appreciate them. As long as I get them during my lifetime I won't mind a simple flower-free funeral. Maybe I'll put out a sign, "in lieu of flowers...."
Anyway, I'm just glad that I've got a guy who loves giving them as much as I love receiving them.
56/100
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
Get well soon
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2 comments:
i envy you. my husband doesn't like giving me flowers. well, he's given me quite a number of bouquets already, but that is only after my persistent, rather pouty reminders.
sad thing about flowers is that they never last. i make a photo tribute of all the bouquets i receive--at least i can immortalize them that way. i also used to dry them and mix them up with the potpourri, that was, till i got so many dried flowers from countless bouquets (given by A) i didn't know what to do with them already.
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