What? Flowers? For me?

I've had flowers sent to me in the past; a bouquet from my parents, a bouquet from friends and although I've received flowers by hand from previous boyfriend's, I'm sad to say I have never actually had flowers sent to me by a guy I was dating.

I'm really not sad about the latter, because does it really matter how you get flowers? Hmmm...yeah, it kind of does. There is nothing better than having someone stand at your door/or window at your office and say "Is there a Heather here?" and an even better feeling when you say, "yes, I'm Heather," and just when you think there is not a better feeling then this moment right here right now, it happens..."These are for you." MAN...now that is the best feeling ever. EVER!!! Even after my dad passed away, I immediately felt better when the doorbell rang and I saw the guy or girl standing there with flowers. Now that I'm writing this, I wonder...is it the flowers that make me happy or the delivery? Is it that I feel a little bit of joy knowing that the delivery person has found out that yes, someone thinks this girl is special and cares enough to send her flowers to make her smile? NO...it's totally the flowers that make me happy. Right?

So, I did something yesterday that I've never done. I bought myself flowers. See...I didn't need a delivery person to make me happy, I did it all on my own. And you know what? It worked.

Can you believe it? First time....buying flowers for myself. As soon as I laid eyes on the Hydrangeas I knew I had to have them. Since I've known her, my besty Dena has had a love for Hydrangeas, and although I like flowers, I've never really appreciated the gift they have to offer when your around them. They're big and fluffy, the colors are magnificent and most important, they make me smile.

My Mom was coming over for dinner and I thought they would be perfect on the kitchen table. So, I purchased, I snipped the ends, found an old jar, filled with water, placed in the middle of table and voila...just like that, bliss. Even though I had to convince her that I did this on my own and a neighbor didn't bring them over...vase and all...still bliss.

I couldn't believe a simple arrangement of flowers could make me so happy. I sat around the table for a good five minutes just staring at them. This will definitely become cyclical...different flowers for me every week!!

Now, with this being said and for whomever is reading this, (all three of you) let it be known I will never discourage anyone from sending me a delivery person with flowers...er...I mean sending me flowers to make me happy. Until the doorbell rings...

Heather K.