When we first started dating thirteen years ago, I said things that made it seem like I was trying to run him off.
I told him: “Never buy me flowers. They’ll die, so they’re a waste of money.”
Okay, maybe I was trying to run him off. I was twenty-one, and I was scared and lost. I covered up my vulnerability with piercings. I didn’t want to show anyone what I was really feeling inside, so I often chose pain as way to cope.
Mr. H didn’t let that fly. And even though I wasn’t ready for a love story, I didn’t have a choice.
Still, he was always careful never to buy me flowers. After a few years, I brought up the touchy flower subject.
Because, guess what? I wanted the man to buy me some damn flowers.
I remember him laughing, and saying that he was just doing what I told him to do. I explained that it was a barrier I had built to protect myself. Flowers were too sweet for a girl like me…and other nonsense along those lines.
Yesterday evening I got back from the grocery store and Mr. H had just come home from work. So busy in my own head, I didn’t notice them on the counter. I was putting away the groceries when he smiled his gorgeous smile and presented the beautiful, smelly bunch.
The man bought be some damn flowers.
At first I didn’t put two and two together. As many of you know, I got laid off from my job earlier this month. And though I have landed on my feet with a sudden leap into the freelance life, quite a bit of the brain fog from all of the changes this month has stubbornly remained.
So, I had honestly forgotten what day it was. Our 11-year anniversary.
I cried all over my flowers and all over him. He decided not to listen to my bullshit—he bought me something pretty and sweet that would maybe last a week.
Problem was…because of the no flowers rule, we don’t own a single vase. I spent about a half hour creating makeshift homes for my anniversary flowers, gazing at my wonderful husband that doesn’t listen to me through my happy tears.
I don’t really buy flowers, but at least I can write. So, Mr. H…
You know this already, but you are my everything. Every day I’m so damn thankful that you decided to love me.
When I smell these flowers, I think of the impenetrable sweetness of our love. And though these flowers will only live for so long, our love will never wilt.
One day we’ll return to the earth together, but our love will keep on living—reaching for the sun, all lovely and bright. In a world that badly needs a romantic revolution, our love will continue the good fight.
44 thoughts on “The Man Bought Me Some Damn Flowers”
Happy anniversary, you two.
I’ve always bought my wife fresh cut flowers. I guess it could be considered a waste, since they can get a bit pricy and only last a week or so. The vision of her smile stays with me a long time, though, and makes it worth the waste.
Thanks, Tim! That is seriously the sweetest thing in the world. Totally worth it!
Awesome! You are one lucky lady! And Mr. H is one lucky guy! Cheers to many more years!
Thanks, doll! Cheers to you lovebirds.
Wow! No vases? Your No Flowers Rule was pretty damn strict.
It sounds like you found yourself a damn fine fella. Happy anniversary to the both of you!
I’m hardcore. I think I had a couple of cheap hand-me-downs from my mom when I got my own place. Got rid of them and the waffle maker!
I love my fella!
Not the waffle maker!
Absolutely gorgeous post! Britt you so deserve flowers, I love getting flowers and my man has been buying them for me since day dot. It always makes me feel good. Hey and guess what some flowers don’t die that quickly, we have a protea flower here that lasts and lasts. Hope it becomes a new habit.
Thanks, Kath doll! They made me feel REALLY good—so good that I was bawling all over him. So sweet that your man gives you flowers all the time.
These flowers came and went within a week, but I definitely enjoyed them. Plus writing this blog post immortalized them.
He’s a keeper. 🙂
Indeed! : )
Oh my, this is so romantic!! I love your love, I love his smarts. Happy 11th anniversary (a few months late – just read this). FLOWERS are ALWAYS a beautiful way to express the sometimes inexpressible.
Haha, thanks! Yeah, it was a repost. But, I still love looking at the image of those pretty flowers in pickle jars. 😉
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