Sometimes, RegularDad comes home with roses for us. For no particular reason. He’s cool like that. This one opened up particularly beautifully. It captivated us for a few days, so I took some pictures of it. And now I’m glad. Because sometimes you just need to remember that you can leave the bullshit behind and just enjoy a rose.
Feel free to join me.
EDITED TO ADD:
I just looked at the date, and realized that this is an anniversary of sorts for us. Seventeen years ago today, RegularDad took me out to lunch at a little college-hangout restaurant called Stuff Your Face in New Brunswick, New Jersey. We were so broke in college, that our first date was supposed to actually be lunch in a dining hall, but when I met up with him, he said, “Change of plans! I’ve got some cash!” and we went out to a real restaurant. At the end of our meal, the waitress brought the check. He grabbed it and glanced at it and said: Seventy-two dollars??? Jeez, what did you order??? Then he winked at me, and I got the giggles and sort of fell in love with him right there.
He didn’t bring me this rose today. He brought it a week or so ago. But it sort of feels like I got roses today now.
Did I say rant and rave in this post title? Hmmm….I can’t remember now what I was all up in arms about.
Well, there is something about a rose and a good memory that make you just forget all about lifes little annoyances. Besides. They’ll be back. Kinda like Arnold. But next time they come back they’ll be governor.
I’m SOOOO punchy tonite…sorry….
I love fresh flowers. When I hit the lotto, I’m going to have fresh flowers delivered to my house every week.
Just keep gazing into the rose and let all you worries melt away. . .