Usually, when my daughter or I see a delivery truck stop in front of our house, we shout up to my husband to come and sign for his package. Today was no exception. When FedEx pulled up, we called to him. This time he did not rush down. I did think it strange that he did not run to the door since I knew he was expecting some books. As I walked over to open the door, my daughter just said, “Mom, the package is for you.”

Hmm. For me? I did not order anything. No sheet music. No school books. Not even an order from eBay.

This “autumnal” bouquet of roses was from my husband. The note said, “Just because I love you.” Aww! No wonder he did not run down the stairs to open the door!

Last week we received a beautiful bouquet of flowers as well. Those were from the parents of our English guest thanking us for our hospitality.

I love flowers but I love them when they come from someone special. I do not personally know Lee’s parents, but I can say... it was a pleasure having her here and it was a special having known her.

Receiving today’s roses was precious to me. Though it was not my husband’s intention, he brought tears to my eyes. Both he and my daughter have a way of doing that.

To you, Ubby: Thank you so much for the roses. I love them but I love you even more! It has been eighteen years, two months, nine days, eight hours, and two minutes of a wonderful time in my life!

“Flowers are the sweetest things that God ever made and forgot to put a soul into.”
~Henry Ward Beckford