Saturday, April 24, 2010
Square 3: Flower Bouquets
Many years ago, when I was a single gal working as an attorney, I worked at a big firm with hundreds of employees. I always dreaded Valentine's Day, which I spitefully called the "parade of the flower bouquets," because when you work in a big office like that, and you aren't dating anyone, it seems like everyone is getting a flower delivery except you. Invariably, someone (or several someones) would come into my office, look around pointedly, and say, "Where are your flowers?"
It shouldn't have mattered, but I admit that it did matter -- it made me feel lonely. Every year I was tempted to take a vacation day on Valentine's Day, just to avoid the whole issue.
Then I met the hubs (who wasn't the hubs yet, of course, but just a really cute boy with a charming Fort Worth accent). Flash forward several months to Valentine's Day -- this time, a huge bouquet was delivered to my office. I think I actually cried. Later, I was telling him how much it meant to me, and how much it had sucked all those years to not get flowers. He said, "Well, you'll never not get flowers again."
That was over 13 years ago, and he's never missed a Valentine's Day since. :)