I'm sorry I am not a frequent blogger and that my posts are random, I will try to be better. On my mind today: I don't know why I love getting flowers so much, but I do. I love how they smell, I love how they look...and I also love the thought behind them when you receive flowers. They are a simple reminder that life is beautiful and that you are loved. Dallin has always been so good about getting me flowers at the best times. Two weeks before he left on his mission I went to Lake Powell for a week. I came home to find the most gorgeous bouquet and letter waiting for me to welcome me home. That was so meaningful in those last few days we had together. The next time I received flowers from him was when he picked me up from the airport after Jess and I went on an adventure to Mexico last Fall. Since we've gotten married, he has surprised me with flowers on many different occasions. Once, during our stressful unpacking and organizing of our apartment.
Again, during my super busy finals week
(which was also the week I gave up Diet Coke for good!!)
And then most recently this past weekend, because I have come down with a horrible cold and have been miserable trying to keep up on school and work.
I love having the flowers on my table for a couple of weeks--they keep me cheerful with their bright colors and beautiful smell. I am grateful for a husband, who may not understand why I love getting flowers so much, but does it anyways because he loves me. I love him for it.
