This AM: I was sitting at the computer with my morning companion (a.k.a. cup of coffee), checking emails and such, when much to my surprise and bewilderment, two lovely spider lilies were handed to me right out of the blue.
Well, actually, right out of the yard but who cares...
I was taken aback by the moment. Almost speechless. Though, I did manage a smile and thank you.
Hubby says, "You're welcome." He doesn't smile, hug, kiss me or anything like that, he just says, "You're welcome", then, gathers his stuff and heads off to work.
I mean, don't get me wrong, we're polite to one another and all... but the sweet and thoughtful things (such as flower giving), I thought had long since sunk to the bottom of some unknown ocean... along with that ship we keep expecting to come in, you know?
A beautiful moment! Not because of the flowers themselves (though lovely they were) but because of the unexpected sweet gesture from someone whom I thought (at least for me) there were no sweet feelings left.
They now sit in a glass vase on the kitchen table.
I've walked passed them several times today, and each time, I pause and stare at the long-stemmed enigma sitting before me, wondering what to make of it.
Is it a beginning of sweet moments or just a spur-of-the-moment thing that won't happen again till the next millennium?
I prefer to think of it as a new beginning.
Of what, though? Love? Forgiveness? Acceptance? All the above? Or, am I over-thinking it... as I so often do?
Well, whatever the reason. . . it made me smile.
To me, it was as if he had handed me. . .
a dozen roses
a chocolate ribbon
a strawberry cheesecake.