I was once asked what my reaction would be if my husband were to suddenly buy me flowers completely out of the blue for no apparent reason.
My reply was that I’d thank him and put them straight in water.
This confused a lot of people at the monthly Ladies Group meeting I was attending as most admitted they would have been immediately on their guard thinking all kinds of guilt ridden scenarios.
I found it sad that so many had so little faith in their partners that they would automatically think the worst, or such a simple loving act came with strings attached.
Some even thought I was naive and foolish to NOT think there was a reason behind it.
Maybe. Maybe not. But what I do know is that if Hubby buys me flowers, it’s because he wants to, not because he thinks he should.
I love roses, they are one of my favourite flowers, elegant, fragrant and lovely to behold.
They bring forth some very fond memories, some tinged with sadness, and when my father died, although we had a Family Tribute (a beautiful arrangement and variety of brightly coloured flowers including roses), Hubby and I put two single red buds on the coffin as we said our final Goodbye.
When my father-in-law died, we did the same.
When my brother-in-law passed away, it was requested for donations to a chosen charity rather than flowers, but I placed 2 yellow roses on his coffin from us.
Hubby bought me these roses the other day.
For no other reason than he thought I’d like them.