The Single Rose.
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This morning I grabbed part of my Valentine gift, my camera (of course) a LED flashlight. I placed it next to my kitchen window for reflection. Still dark outside, I began to paint with light.
Normally I don’t post very personal aspects of my life, as I feel some things are so special.. You keep it all to yourself!
The Rose…
January 2004 I began dating a man who would eventually become my husband. I had spoken about how hard it was to watch beautiful flowers, slowly die and how commercial and cliché’ the “holiday” had become. Also, I mentioned how loads of sugar would destroy a good day’s hard work in the gym.
I had begun to see other women receive massive amounts of balloons, teddy bears, flowers and chocolates wrapped in a heart shaped box. Then in walks a man whos desitnation was my cubicle. He handed me a single rose, a lil gold box which held a just a few small pieces of strawberry and dark chocolate candies (MY FAVORITE).
It didn’t take long for the other women in the office to start whispering and snickering at the ‘Single Rose’ and I guess lack of a 5 lb box of chocolates. I was glowing, grinning from ear to ear. It represented to me that this man was listening.. That he wanted me to know, even early on in our courtship that I was special and that his feelings for me were truly genuine.
This morning I decided to take the rose and recreate how I felt 9 years ago. And.. To my husband, thank you for making EVERYDAY a Valentine’s Day.
Normally I don’t post very personal aspects of my life, as I feel some things are so special.. You keep it all to yourself!
The Rose…
January 2004 I began dating a man who would eventually become my husband. I had spoken about how hard it was to watch beautiful flowers, slowly die and how commercial and cliché’ the “holiday” had become. Also, I mentioned how loads of sugar would destroy a good day’s hard work in the gym.
I had begun to see other women receive massive amounts of balloons, teddy bears, flowers and chocolates wrapped in a heart shaped box. Then in walks a man whos desitnation was my cubicle. He handed me a single rose, a lil gold box which held a just a few small pieces of strawberry and dark chocolate candies (MY FAVORITE).
It didn’t take long for the other women in the office to start whispering and snickering at the ‘Single Rose’ and I guess lack of a 5 lb box of chocolates. I was glowing, grinning from ear to ear. It represented to me that this man was listening.. That he wanted me to know, even early on in our courtship that I was special and that his feelings for me were truly genuine.
This morning I decided to take the rose and recreate how I felt 9 years ago. And.. To my husband, thank you for making EVERYDAY a Valentine’s Day.
1 comment:
Love a man who listens! Blessings to both of you. Beautiful pics btw
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