There’s a local florist near home who absolutely has the corner market on love.
Accompanied with every bouquet of roses is his smile and a few words to add to the card; words you recognize from the pages of a heart who knows true love himself and wants to share this love with others.
White roses for innocence and everlasting love;
Yellow roses for friendship and joy;
Pink roses for elegance and sweetness;
Red roses for true love and romance;
A garden of roses colored in every beautiful shade and hue paints the portrait of this local florist nearby, whose life as my husband expresses himself in friendship, joy, sweetness and true love as a bouquet of flowers, as a special delivery of
roses each day, and every day
to me and others.
For some, it might take a special pair of glasses to see long stem roses wrapped in the ribbon of everyday tasks my husband blesses me with. For others, the fog might never clear.
But a heart of deep contentment and gratitude can smell the roses my husband gives while cleaning the dishes or braving the winter cold so I don’t have too.
A morning delivery of roses await an opportunity to appreciate the loving hands that serve me; to smile at the efforts of an amazing man regardless if his laundry folds ever pass a Martha Stewart inspection.
I’m not the only one receiving roses each day, and every day.
A papa of ten grandchildren makes sure they each get their special deliveries too.
Papa hands out roses reaching for their hand, allowing the innocence of children to take him wherever they wish.
It’s coming up roses during story time and car time with just the two of you.
Long stem roses are car rides with papa to wherever your heart desires.
Roses from papa take adventures in the deep; adventures down the hill or adventures around the track.
A personal tour of papa’s rose garden is enjoyed during birthday celebrations and family hour around the dinner table with him.
Papa’s girls are vases of pretty pink buds that bloom in their special time together.
Sometimes you don’t see or smell the roses rolling out play-dough, waging a war of Nerf-guns, swatting the bat in baseball or working together with papa. But looking back at the pictures you realize papa’s rose petals where scattered everywhere.
To his prettiest girls, papa gives the dearest wedding bouquets in song and dance.
Papa even commissions Elvis to personally deliver the finest and most exquisite roses in song to his anniversary girl.
Papa hands out roses when he BBQ’s.
Papa hands out roses when he laughs.
Papa especially delivers red roses when he never says “no” to crafts.
My Valentine and me with twenty-seven years together has been a lifetime delivery of
Roses each day, and every day.
Accompanied with every bouquet of roses is his smile and a few words to add to the card; words you recognize from the pages of a heart who knows true love in Christ himself and wants to share this love with others.
Papa’s roses of the ordinary and mundane might be mistaken for another flower.
But in the eye of the beholder,
I’ll always see
Roses each day, and every day.