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.