Just the other day, I saw some beautiful pictures of some crocus's that one of my photographer friends had taken and posted on Facebook. I so desired to see some, (but not enough to go drive out to where they might be), but even more than that, it brought back memories of Todd, for every spring, he'd always bring me the first crocus that came up. I was really missing them and Todd. Todd only bought store bought flowers a hand full of times in the almost 32 years we were married, but he often brought me the wild flowers of the prairie. Those are even more beautiful, though sometimes still crawling with some little critters. All summer my table would have a glass with flowers in it, some I'd picked, but often ones Todd had found.
But just when I was thinking I'll never have flowers brought to me again, Philip showed up at my door last night, with a Dixie cup full of crocuses. I hugged him and cried. He turned to his friend that was with him and said, "See, I told you she'd like them."
I loved them! They are more beautiful to me than a dozen red roses, because I had a son that remembered that his Dad always brought me crocuses, and how much I loved them. Thank you Philip for showing me love in action tonight!
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