When I turned 18 years old, I was on vacation with my mom and sister in California visiting some friends. We were at Cindy’s house when all of a sudden the doorbell rang. Upon answering the door we found a delivery man, holding 18 long stemmed roses, a gift from my father, who hadn’t made the trip with us. I still have the picture of me posing next to my gorgeous roses.
Many years later, when Denis and I were newly married, he scheduled a flowers delivery at my office, and sent a stunning array of exotic flowers.
There have been other occasions when I’ve had flowers given to me, but those are two that stand out for me. One reflecting love of a father, and the other reflecting love of a husband.