I Am Humbled Every Single Day
*Warning!!! Extremely sappy and from the heart…*
Thank you David for the flowers in honor of our anniversary.
I love flowers.
They are the vehicle of such lavish artistry from our Creator.
They awaken four of the five senses: touch, smell, sight and in some cases, taste.
I’m not sure I’ve ever told Dave why I like them so much. Aside from my appreciation of all things aesthetically pleasing, there was a time where I didn’t get flowers.
Every time flowers were sold in the school, there was a little girl hoping she might get a flower. After years of never getting flowers, it was clear that flowers were for other girls.
I could write terms papers, paint lovely works of art, run five miles… but flowers…. nope. Not one of those girls.
I don’t have particularly outstanding looks and I’m more than just a little quirky. I laugh like Scooby Doo and I’m more than a might too independent.
But throughout my early adulthood I held on to the belief that there would be someone who would give me flowers. That I didn’t need to become “one of those girls” and I could just be me.
The beginning of my story is that God loves me just for who I am. And then, to cap it off, he sent me David too.
I love that God created flowers. Utterly ridiculous beauty that has nothing to do with anything except to give us great pleasure.
God sent me a man that lavishes his love on me and gives me beautiful flowers. In particular, two beautiful flowers named Joshua and Samuel. I am humbled every single day.
