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I exclaimed as he handed me a bouquet of red roses soon after we met. I pinched myself and silently wondered if this was a dream. A dozen pieces of God’s own handiwork was his gift to me. I couldn’t remember the last time anyone bought me flowers, wait….. I was a little girl, making every little girl’s dream that she would find her Prince Charming – and he brought flowers to me in my dream. But I am awake, and here he is…. my very own Prince Charming.
And as the petals on the roses began to fall, I gently placed them in a heart bowl that myDarlin’ had chosen for me during one of our first excursions to the antique store. I wanted to preserve them as I treasured that magical moment, the feeling of being the most special woman (or was it little girl) in the world. Little did I know that this would be a regular part of my life….. He laughed when he learned what I was doing, and soon after I realized I didn’t need to hold on to a dream of dried flower petals, because it was my reality every day.
Stopping at the grocery to grab dinner, I found myself in the card aisle – not sure exactly why. And a tear slipped down my face as I ran my fingers over the beautiful words that our gift is the home and memories we made together. Yes, myDarlin’, it is, it is… we are blessed beyond measure.
I place my items on the conveyor belt, as the cashier cheerfully greets me, then hand him a small ticket to donate to families less fortunate. As I am gathering my bags from the cart, I hear a voice in back of me saying, ‘these are for you young lady.’ I turn to find a man with a kind face, wearing a hat very similar to myDarlin’s, holding a bouquet of flowers out to me as a big smile spread across his face. Wow….. I graciously accepted the flowers, thanked him and asked if I could take a photo with him to which he reluctantly agreed.
After having fallen asleep on the couch last night, I opened my eyes to the sight of our simple white Christmas tree adorned with red ornaments and the painting of myDarlin’ with a grin on his face. As I make my way into the kitchen to fix a cup of coffee in the Casa Blanca mug, one of the first I gave to him, I see the flowers on the counter. As I take the cellophane off to place them in the same green vase as the first dozen roses, I notice the label and can’t help but smile as I know that myDarlin’ sent another message to me via the angel with the hat in line yesterday.
!Pura Vida! The Good Life! Family – Music – Food – Flowers
I am filled with gratitude today as I remember a simple moment with myDarlin’ Robert Kenui Pope. As we lay in bed after a full weekend, myDarlin’ turned to me and said, ‘We have a good life Baby.’ And the label on the flowers says it all.
#KeepLookingUp #GoodLife
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