Roses For His Lady

I want some red yellow roses for a blue lady
Send them to the sweetest gal in town

 

This old song comes to mind every time I think of the sweet surprise from my sweetheart a few days ago.  He left home on a mission.  He went to buy flowers for one of our granddaughters.  It was her birthday and we were about to attend her birthday party.  Last year he gave her flowers for her birthday – because it was something she really wanted.  The night before her birthday last week I received a text message from our daughter.  It said, ‘Miss E. is hoping Papa will give her flowers for her birthday again.’  Now how could he ignore that? 

 

A while before we planned to leave for the party he left home to buy flowers but when he came back I could hardly believe my eyes – he had two bunches of roses.  Yellow roses.  My favorite!  I thought maybe he had gone a bit overboard.  I thought he planned to give them all to her but he handed one bunch of roses to me.  When I asked why he bought roses for me he said he just couldn’t buy yellow roses for Miss E. and leave me out!  The next morning I walked through my yard to find something to add to my roses so I would fill a vintage glass – now a vase – that I found recently at a favorite thrift store.  There isn’t much of interest in my garden this time of year so I clipped bits of Cedar and snippets of Douglas Fir.  And I just couldn’t help adding a few shiny holly leaves.

 

When Miss E. saw her Papa walk through the door with flowers in his hand, the smiles on her face was priceless.  This Papa is getting a reputation.  It’s a good one.  It’s no secret that he loves to give flowers to his girls.  And we aren’t complaining.  Not one bit!