I am Loved

Flowers. Small and delicate. Yet they yield the power to make women swoon. To me a flower is just a flower.  Perhaps a waste of money? 

After two quick knocks, I rush to the door to see who it could be.  A peek through the nearby blinds tells me it's a unknown man in his mid-forty's with a van.  What could he possibly want at 10:00 in the morning? I open the door and am surprised to find him holding a beautiful bouquet and asking me to put my John Hancock by the designated X on his clipboard.  Surely this is a mistake.  My husband hates Valentine's.  But then again...... this isn't Valentine's Day.  I quickly thank the man, close the door, and tear open the card that had been quaintly placed amongst the greenery.  Dear Brandi (Smile crossing my face at the realization that yes, in fact ,there hasn't been a mistake).  Eyes scrolling to the bottom to see who sent the bouquet of red. Jesse.

There aren't words for how I felt.  On top of the world?  Glowing?  All I know is that, that smile wouldn't leave my face.  I had received flowers before, but had never had a bouquet delivered.  It brought me back to high school.  The girl sitting in her classroom on Valentine's Day, anxiously awaiting any sign from the office that she had received "something special" from an admirer or boyfriend.  I always wanted to be that girl with billions of flowers overhanging her grip at the end of the day.  The one walking down the hallway with the big red balloon.  The girl with something.  I wanted people to know that I had someone special.

Well, now I do.  His name is Clive.  Clive Bigsby.....aka Jesse Tanksley.

My conclusion?  Flowers are overpriced.  But they certainly have their place in this world.  Especially a woman's world.  I am on cloud nine!