February 14, 2008
Snapdragons. Stargazer lilies. Larkspur. Stock. Roses, oh, the roses. Yes, everyone was staring, immediately and all day, even some of the men. The extravagance of the gesture, even on this holiday, is somewhat overwhelming, there’s no doubt of the intention. But from the first, he has done well with flowers, sometimes surprising me for no reason whatsoever with a colorful bunch. I want this warm, massive display, to last and last. I know it won’t be the last, but right now, these have extra meaning and help anchor me as I ride the tide toward the future we both want.