One of the things she encouraged me to do was to always keep fresh flowers in the master bedroom. I vividly remember those words because in my head, if I had been drinking something, I would've spit it out from laughing. I was so fiesty back then. Not that I am any less fiesty now, but I'd like to think I've learned a few life lessons between then and now. I began to rant, to myself of course, even my younger fiestier version knew better than to smart off at a Pastor. Who did she think I was? What year did she think this was? Who was going to waste money of flowers that regularly? For what? Flowers just die!
For the first half of our marriage, not only did I not purchase flowers, I didn't even want them. My poor husband kept hearing all this advice about buttering up your wife with flowers but it didn't work for him.
A few years ago, however, I began to actually enjoy flowers. I even started looking forward to getting flowers. After losing this precious Pastor and my Mom within a 2 year period, suddenly delicate things begged for my attention. Little things, such as fresh flowers, demanded my admiration.
Over the past year, I have been radically changed in that area. I planted a flower garden with my baby girl in the back yard and I have been buying fresh flowers for our home every other week.
To complete the 3 for $12 deal, I like to buy a seasonal mixed arrangement to place near the entryway. I don't have to buy all three bouquets to get the deal, but I can't resist.
With the holidays around the corner, I can't wait to dress up the house with fresh, natural floral arrangements!
My stubbornness (and practicality) might have caused me to miss out on this secret for the past eleven years, but I'm looking forward to a future that involves me appreciating the small things in life.