When I dated my husband (a long time ago), I said to him, “Don’t buy me flowers. They just die.”
How I have changed over the years!
I used to see flowers for their end result: wilted, limp and lifeless. I couldn’t enjoy their moment in the sun or see their true beauty because I was clouded by things not yet to come. It’s interesting, as I look back, I see the same correlation with many aspects of my life at the time. I was afraid to do things because of what might, or could, or would be. I didn’t want to stop and smell the flowers because it seemed a waste of time, let alone spend $20 for a bunch that would end in dust.
Becoming a mother changed me. It broke me down and built me back up again. It made me think differently about time and I’m so grateful! Now I see flowers for their unpretentious beauty. They are what they are and don’t pretend to be anything else. They are here one day and gone the next; they grow and shine, and wither and die. There’s beauty in that.
No longer do flowers seem like a waste of time and money to me. No. In their shining moments, they brighten my day and make the kids smile. They remind me to make the most of the time I have and to live truth.
My husband is away for 2 weeks, and I noticed the local fruit shop had a Fresh Flower Friday which meant I could get 3 bunches of roses for $8. I didn’t hesitate. Each of the kids came home from school and gasped delightfully at the sight!
Don’t buy me flowers.
How cute are these mini mason jars?! I found them at Spotlight. They are almost as adorable as the smile of my daughter.