At about 9.30 am this morning, I received a call at my desk from a complete stranger asking me: if I am the person she was looking for, if I am going to be around to receive a delivery and if I am around, would I be around at a certain time. Feeling a little annoyed by the sudden “interrogation” which had broken my hard concentration from work, I answered her impatiently and quickly brushed her off before hanging up. I was in no mood for a chat.
Barely an hour later, the receptionist came smiling to my desk with this:
She then simultaneously handed me the card, all opened up for me to read , still grinning; and thereby making me wonder if she had read the contents first.
It was from my husband.
In the 9 years that we have known each other, and the 6 years that we have been married, this has only been the 2nd time Silver Bullet has ever given me flowers; the first dated way back in 2010, when I was feeling really blue, and, this essentially marked the very first time he sent me flowers to my work place. It was for no other reason than just because.
Just because is nice. Just because is thoughtful and just because will, every now and then, remind me that I have a very loving husband who happens to be thinking of me. How super sweet.
For the unaware, orchids typically symbolise love, luxury, beauty and strength. They can also signify healing and good health…perhaps an apt choice, given my through-the-roof stress level. Above all that, I do find them appealing to the eyes.
I should be so damn lucky to have such a thoughtful, considerate, loving, dedicated and oh-so-lovable husband who has decided to turn a little romantic. All of those traits, which I reckon, many women may find oh-so-adorable.
Like I said, I should be so lucky.
Such is the gesture of love.
Ah oh! BACK OFF. He is mine.
