I have a confession. I love red roses.
Oh I always liked them, but I’ve grown to REALLY love them in the last few years. I carried Black Magic Roses in my wedding (deep red, almost maroon in color). I had red rose petals all over the main table at our wedding reception.
I love the way they smell. I love how silky the petals are. I love how they brighten up and beautify a room.
My husband has spoiled me through the years with giving me roses on special occasions. Sometimes, “just because.” And maybe that’s part of why I love them.
I got roses yesterday for Valentine’s Day.
I have to admit… I had soooo hoped I would get roses. I’m usually very frugal. Roses are going to die eventually, and in that respect they could be seen as “a waste of money.” I would maybe even think sometimes that maybe my husband shouldn’t get them.
But… I like them. I wanted them. I really did. Deep down, I really, really did.
And I got them.
Every time I look at them now, I smile. Maybe even blush a little. Get that old giddy feeling from when we were dating.
You gotta love that.
