He ordered a dozen red roses for my birthday when he was on safari in Africa and we had just started to discover we liked each other.  He had asked a fellow colleague at work to arrange the delivery because he was thousands of miles away.  She did and I found them on y desk when I got to work that day. 

I still have a rose from that bouquet in a special vase upstairs.  I’m afraid to touch it, because it’s dried and would probably turn into rose dust so I just look at it and remember.  There are other roses from other birthdays in that same vase. 

It’s my own special collection and I’m glad I have them…especially today; another birthday.

 

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