The staple gift from husband to wife on Valentine's Day is either flowers or chocolate (or both). A few weeks before V-Day I accidentally found out that I was getting flowers. I was online looking at which checks had cleared at our bank, and saw a charge to a really nice local flower shop. So, I waited patiently for them to arrive - and was impressed at his forethought.The morning of Valentine's Day brought a ring to our doorbell. I was still in my jammies, and Alex was only 1/2 dressed. But I had to chase him down the steps in an attempt to get to the door before he welcomed the delivery guy inside. I have a very hospitable son!
I looked at the flowers, and was incredibly impressed by Aaron's choice - they were simple and beautiful (with NO baby's breath)! But we were late to get the boys' birthday photos taken at Picture People, so I didn't take time to read the card until after we came home. And that's when the real surprise came.
They were flowers commemorating the fact that I survived the last year! (Valentine's Day 2008 was the day I was hospitalized for almost 3 weeks - long story.) I have such a thoughtful and amazing husband! As I walk through the house and catch a glimpse of them I smile again and again. Aaron is so pleased that he "done good!" The Chinese proverb is so accurate: "Flowers leave some of their fragrance in the hand that bestows them."
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