Today I was on my way to the doctor's office when a flower delivery van passed in front of me as I waited at a red light. I started to think about who was going to be on the receiving end of those beautiful blooms. Maybe it was a new mom that just got home from the hospital with her bundle of fingers and toes. Or maybe it was a husband sending flowers for an anniversary, maybe it was someone's birthday, maybe someone's funeral.
I just kept imagining the look on the face of the person as they opened the door to find their special surprise waiting to fill their home with beauty. Ready to be a reminder for something happy or sad, an "I'm sorry" or an "I love you."
The last time Jason sent me flowers was right before we went on vacation to Curacao. It was such an act of thoughtfulness on his part it made me cry. He had been working a serious amount of hours at work (don't I remember them saying they were a family-oriented company? RIGHT) and we were at each other's throats, but this simple gesture made a big difference in me realizing that he understood the stress that was our life at the time.
be thoughtful every once in a while and send somebody a bouquet of "I'm thinking about you." I think it almost feels better to be the giver than the recipient.
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