Ok, funny story for you;
about 2 weeks ago, maybe 3, Jason came home with flowers for me. He's really great about that, but this particular time, I was in bed with a migraine and couldn't open my eyes to even see them, so I just asked him to put them in some water downstairs. The next day, he asked if I liked the flowers. "yes," I replied, "but they're not very wintry..." (they were daisies and stargazer lilies). Now I can see clearly now, that may have sounded like complaining, but I certainly wasn't complaining about receiving flowers. And maybe I am spoiled because I do receive them often. I appreciated the gesture very much, but some variety maybe, is what I was hinting at. He replied to my statement with, "what flowers are wintry?" To which I replied, "I don't know, ROSES?" Well, that just really stirred the pot, because back in the day when we were dating, I once told Jason that I thought roses were generic flowers and never to buy them for me. My point was, anyone could buy roses for another; but if someone really knows me, they would know what flowers are my favorite, and purchase those instead....you know, really putting some thought into it.
So, low and behold, yesterday, Jason came home with a wrap of flowers.
He smiled at me and said, "guess what kind they are?!", to which I replied,
"I don't know, ROSES?" And then we both cracked up.
Once I opened them and got them settled in their vase, I said,
"WOW, they're SO Christmasy!!"
they really are gorgeous.
My first bundle of roses from my husband of eight years!