I'm sitting at my desk next to the most luscious white roses in a glass vase.
For Valentine's Day Steven promised to buy me flowers every week for
the whole year. Some puritan, practical voice inside me said, "No -- that's way too much."
But when the voice jumped out into the super decorated kitchen
at our Valentine's dinner with Steven and Sam (our youngest),
Steven pretended his heart was broken. Under the dollar store strings of shiny red cupids, and the looping shiny red hearts over the kitchen cabinets, I faux pas -ed. So...this week he kept his promise and bought me a bouquet of Ontario grown white roses. My flower store friend, Lyn assured him the local flowers were better than those flown across the world from Paraguay --"fresher," she said.
What a treat. Have a beautiful day!
Pictures -- 1. In the Avenue Road flower shop. 2. The flowers on my desk (there are more in the kitchen).
