Monday, February 16, 2009
The Sweetness of a Single Rose
Since we just came through Valentine's Day weekend and we are feeling all sentimental, I thought I'd go ahead and share our tradition that I alluded to in our how we met story. I promise I will get back to more thought-provoking things Wednesday.
My husband is a great guy and all man as I've said, but he always remembers--sometimes even better than I do. For example, it was his idea to propose to me exactly one year after we met (he skipped the more obvious Christmas, my birthday and Valentine's Day leaving me wondering if I was mistaken about his intentions). He can still remember the place he first told me he loved me and the bench I was sitting on when he proposed. He is also responsible for one of the most meaningful traditions we have.
The first time he came to see me, he brought me one red rose. Red means romantic love, I'm told. Whether he knew it at that time or not, our love was just beginning to blossom. He remembered that, and the night we were engaged, he also gave me one red rose. We opted not to see each other on the day of our wedding (and we had an evening wedding!), but someone came to my door and delivered one beautiful red rose that morning. The last single rose I received from him was at the birth of our first child, although this one was pink. In keeping with the tradition and the love it represents, we named our first child with the middle name of Rose. Who knows what other "firsts" we'll have? My prayer is a sweet beginning blossoms more and more.
What traditions do you have in your marriage?