Every year on October 3rd, I forget.
I wonder how it always slips my mind,
Thirty plus years down the line.
On this day,
The doorbell ALWAYS rings.
It never hasn’t!
And I jump up.
Remembering.
Running to the door, I enthusiastically throw it open knowing exactly what will be there.
And I always say the same thing to the person delivering them, “I know exactly who these are from!”
And I’m always so excited.
I’m not a flower person.
I don’t get them often and I’m thankful for that. My favorite time to get flowers from anyone, especially my loved ones, is when I have no idea they’re coming like last Valentine's Day.
That being said, these flowers I LOVE and EXPECT every year because they are a constant in my life and have been since my sixteenth birthday.
I have received a dozen roses (typically red but this year, surprisingly and wonderfully and excitedly and awesomely, they are a fun mix of colors!!!).
From my DAD!
I love him to bits and pieces!!!
He’s always present…
