Micro Memoir

I remember in high school his dad would come home with flowers every now and then. I always thought it was so romantic. One time I asked, "Will you bring me flowers some day?" He insisted when we were married he'd bring me home flowers once in awhile. Birthdays, anniversaries, Valentine's Day would come and go with presents but no flowers. Occasionally, I would daydream and think maybe today he'll come home with flowers. Just because. Don't get me wrong, I never doubted his love. He showed it in many other ways. There was just something romantic about flowers. Then one day, our 5th anniversary, my birthday, Valentine's day- I don't even remember- he came home with a dozen beautiful yellow roses. I was tickled, and appreciative. For a few minutes. Then... ah choo! I had such a sneezing fit and allergy attack that within hours the roses were displaced to their new home on the patio. Now, the way he shows me he loves me is by never bringing a gosh darn flower in the house again. Be careful what you wish for.

P.S. According to my son, buying someone flowers is silly because you're giving them something you know is going to die. Oy, he's got a few things to learn about romance!