Of Flowers and Men

I love flowers but unfortunately, when my husband was courting me, he did not give me flowers. He courted me with his poetry, paintings, and long romantic walks and long romantic talks. The first time he gave me flowers was on our third wedding anniversary. He gave me a dozen red roses. I was really surprised because he just came home from work, knocked at the door and when I opened it there he was with the really unexpected dozen roses and a bottle of red wine. I was so happy i cried and hugged him. To preserve the flowers, I hung them on the wall to dry. It is still there today.

Another important memory with flowers was the first time my little boy gave me flowers, he was one year old then. He just picked a little yellow wild flower from our yard and gave it to me with a wide smile on his face. To preserve it and to remind me of that moment always, I pressed it in my bible so that every time I open it I will see the flower.


Today, my little boy, now three, made me smile again by pouring a bunch of flowers from his tiny hands on our table while i was preparing lunch. He ran outside again to get more. After pourning the second batch of flowers on the table, he ran to me and embraced me and said, "Love kita mommy", with a smile that melts the heart. I gave him a tight hug and said "I love you too baby". To preserve the moment I took a picture of the flowers my son gave me.



These are my most memorable moments with flowers and men. Yes, I had my share of men who gave me flowers but those times were not as memorable as these. I remember those flowers but not the feelings anymore. Sounds like the lyrics of a song? he he he