Valentine’s Day has been a day me and my family have tried to let pass for 22 years without a ton of ceremony. Easier that way. You see, my maternal Grandpa died on Valentines Day – 6 months after my maternal Grandmother. He couldn’t spend Valentine’s Day without his Valentine I suppose. But even all these years later it’s still the first thing that comes to mind. I think for all of us – but who knows. This year is my first single one in awhile and it feel lonelier and a bit more empty. Maybe I will buy myself some flowers. I will hold off on candy until February 15th when it all goes on sale hahaha. It’s stupid really. I feel stupid for letting it affect me slightly. But here we are and this blog is about honesty so I am writing it down. I suppose it brings me back to the school years that I wasn’t the pretty one and I watched all the pretty ones get roses and stuffed animals left on their seats in classes or sent through the stupid school flower delivery. Anyone else a little scared by that? Probably a little bit of all these things. Maybe it’s at the forefront because we are planning our trip to Salt Lake City for my cousins wedding and I finally get to put flowers on grandparents grave for the first time in probably a decade. And go to the Apollo burger by their house of course – gotta get me some fry sauce. Just feels like a lot in this moment. Oh well – this too shall pass.
…the universe (and a kind florist) restored my day.
I was having a rough start to my Sunday. I had been at work and it just didn’t go as planned. I left a comfy bed, my pup, and my dude to be there to have a disappointing and disconcerting few hours. I parked in a place I don’t normally park. I got out of my car and saw a couple walking away with some pretty pink flowers (pink is my color). I noticed they were talking to someone about a flower shop. I saw flowers in a bin and though they are so pretty and she must be selling them. I planned to ask her how much they were, they were so lovely and something I knew I needed, but she was walking away. I thought maybe there is a venmo option on the bin of lovely flowers. When I reached the bin it said ‘Flowers for free. Leftover from the week from a local florist.’ It didn’t have a Venmo or even which Florist. It was a completely selfless act. Instead of getting rid of the flowers or selling them for half price or something, she put them into the world to make peoples day. It certainly made mine. I am looking at them in my kitchen and not only do they make me smile, but they restore my faith in folks and the universe in general. So to the mystery florist in North Park, if you ever happen to read this, know that your act of kindness really made a difference to me. Know how much I appreciate it. I hope I can put the same love back into the world a little bit.
I have always thought that the little things in life are the important ones. It’s never taken much to amuse me and make me laugh and I live a pretty happy life because of it. A tiny treat in my day can completely make it. A small compliment can bring about a smile faster then most things.
Last night, after a very nice anniversary date, I felt quite sick to my stomach. (This confirms that my lactose sensitivity is growing as we had mud pie which is mostly ice cream). I ended up being sick in his bathroom and when I came out he had picked me two pink and white flowers for my hair (the same type of flowers I have tattooed on my side) and it was the sweetest thing. Then we laid down on a giant bean bag chair and just rested together – he acted as if I hadn’t just been sick in his bathroom. These two small acts are exactly what I needed in that moment.
Most people likely think we are a bit nuts for trying again but in these small moments I know why. In these small acts of kindness I know his heart and who he is and how it matches mine in a lot of ways.