Monday, November 10, 2008

You Don't Bring Me Flowers.... Anymore




When Chris and I first got married, he was constantly bringing me flowers. It was sweet, but I kept telling him to stop wasting his money on flowers because they just die. I told him I much preferred chocolate. Over the years, he continued to ignore my requests, bringing me flowers for no reason as well as for our anniversary. On our 4th anniversary, I woke up to find a dozen roses in bed with me. I got up, went to the bathroom to get ready for work and found another dozen in the bathroom. As I left the boat, there was another dozen roses by the front door. Rose petals were spread all the way up the pier and to my car, where a 4th dozen was in my car. A dozen roses for each year we were married. It was very sweet, and although I had told him to stop getting me flowers, I was thrilled at his thoughtfulness.



For our 11th anniversary, he asked me what I wanted. I told him nothing really, he could just get me some flowers. Well, flowers he got. ELEVEN bouquets! One for each year we were married.



Our 12th anniversary was spent at Fort Huachuca Arizona, a day away from heading to Iraq. Chris bought me a small bouquet with a little teddy bear for me to sleep with when we went to our separate bases in Iraq. Luckily, we ended up at the same base and I only had to sleep with the teddy bear when one of us would go away to another base. I still have that bear and if I go anywhere alone, I take it with me to sleep with it. Our 13th anniversary, we spent at Camp Fallujah Iraq. He stayed behind at work the night before our anniversary. He did not come back to the room for HOURS. To my surprise, the next day, I walked in to the office to find a dozen paper roses. He had made them himself and taken the time to color the tips of them red with a magic marker. He cut a water bottle up to make a little vase. Those were the most special flowers he could have ever given me. He has only gotten me a flowers a couple times since those paper roses. I think he knows that no flowers will ever mean as much to me as those did.

Now - after 15 years of being married, he knows what makes me even happier than flowers......


Cute and yummy!

1 comment:

danakat said...

That's GREAT! LOL
I love the stuffed cookie guy!

Steve is so good too about flowers. Must be good brotherly vibes.

Do you have pictures of the paper flowers? That story made me tear up. It maybe tops the poptart story.