Growing up I remember my dad owned a flower shop and each day he would bring home flowers for my mom. While mom would place the new flowers in a vase dad would tell us what each flower meant.
Many of the flowers he brought meant love, happiness, and admiration. Dad never wanted mom to forget how much he loved her. But, when mom would have to leave for work he would bring flowers that meant sadness, longing, or thinking of your loved ones. He enjoyed matching the flowers he brought to his emotions it was the way he communicated emotions best.
I remember my parents dancing in the kitchen while making dinner. They laughed and twirled around. They were what I thought of when I thought of love. One of my favorite memories is of Valentine's day in 2008. I was young so I don't remember everything about that day but I remember mom had come home from work early and we made a mess well-making dad a gift. Dad had come home while mom was cooking with a large bouquet for mom and a smaller one for me along with a gift bag for each of us with our own personalized handwritten letters. I remembered mom almost crying as she read hers before hugging him and kissing him.
I remember asking him once why he always brought home flowers for mom. His simple answer was "From the moment I met her I knew your mother would be the woman I loved for the rest of my life and I knew she was the woman I would shower with love and flowers of affection" I remember laughing at the end not quite sure what it meant but by the smile on my moms face I could tell it was meant as a sign of love and endearment.
The only time I ever saw love like theirs was in the movies and in books. Growing up I was in love with the idea of love. They gave me such high expectations that it was hard to make friends with boys and girls my own age. But, dad promised me that with time and age comes wisdom. With that wisdom comes the ability to find people who understand you along with the ability to love yourself even more than anyone else ever could and through that self-love comes to the ability to love someone else.
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Just Get Me Flowers (A Pedro Pascal story)
Roman d'amourIt is a story of a girl who feels she is cursed and refuses to date because every holiday if she is in a relationship she gets her heart broken. Then she meets Pedro in a random way that leads to an odd friendship. Will she learn to let love win? or...