On my birthday in December of 1996 I received my first bouquet of roses. That day there were six pink sweetheart roses, mixed with baby’s breath, tied with a pink ribbon, put in a glass vase, and delivered to my door. The card said To You, From Me; and I knew right away who it was from.
It was a happy day! That bouquet selfishly stayed in my room until the petals fell from the stems. Even then I saved some of the petals. They now reside in a glass jar in my living room.
That’s my show and tell for this week. Click the Show & Tell graphic for more participants.
The guy who sent them to me? He’s my husband of nine and a half years.
P.S. You can see a small picture of the bouquet in this post.