I am married to the most considerate, thoughtful, man I know. But, though he is exceedingly generous, he just doesn’t ever think to buy flowers or jewelry. We started dating in the fall of 1970 and got married in the spring of 1974. In all those years he has never, ever sent me flowers. Truly. NEVER! He has never forgotten a birthday or anniversary. He just doesn’t buy flowers – until yesterday, that is. And his first effort at giving me flowers was such a fiasco that I had to photograph them since they are probably the last I’ll ever get.
Valentine’s Day started out like any other – and I didn’t expect anything out of the ordinary. It was a normal work day, except that I had a doctor’s appointment so I left school at 2:50. As I was walking into my cardiologist’s office, my cell phone rang. It was my coworker, Cindy, calling to tell me I had just received flowers. My first response was, “No, not me . . . really?” And then I wondered who they were from. Cindy, of course, thought they had to be from Rusty, but I told her no, Rusty never sends flowers – ever. So I had her open the card. And sure enough – they were from Rusty. I was SHOCKED – but pleased. But, I was in a quandry. I had the doctor’s appointment – then I had to rush to Pender Pines Nursery to pick up the tree I was giving Rusty for Valentine’s, and there was no time to spare. So, it appeared that I wouldn’t actually see my flowers until Friday. After my appointment, I called home to check messages, but Rusty answered. In the course of our conversation I thanked him for the flowers that I had yet to see. He was surprised to hear that they had been delivered because he had talked to my secretary who told him that they weren’t there yet. She never saw the delivery person since Cindy intercepted him in the hallway. So, Rusty had gone to the florist and picked up another arrangement. Now, the person who has never sent me flowers has not one, but two, arrangements for me. He decided to keep the 2nd arrangement and deliver it to Liberty Commons, the assisted living facility where his mother had lived the last 5 years of her life. Then, he went across town to the college to pick up my flowers. Of course by then there was nobody in our department to let him in my office. He was finally able to locate a security officer who happened to know him, so he retrieved my flowers and personally delivered them to me.
The flowers are gorgeous. And I’m still in shock. This just proves that there can still be surprises after nearly 34 years of marriage!
And about that tree . . . that’s another whole blog article. But let’s suffice it to say that when it took a fork lift and three grown men to get a tree into the truck, I probably should have assumed that Rusty and I would have a little difficulty getting it out!
Hope you had a wonderful Valentine’s Day and were able to spend time with someone you love.









