the first time he sent me flowers…

On this day, four years ago, I was living in Oregon getting ready to move with my family from the coast back to our hometown (which is about a 4 1/2-hour drive).

I was in a long-distance relationship at the time. January 4th was our one-year anniversary of being together, so he sent me flowers from a local florist on the coast, not knowing their size or what they looked like.

On moving day, a three-foot-tall, tropical arrangement arrived at my house (I am not exaggerating when I say this was the largest flower arrangement I’ve ever seen).

I couldn’t really toss it in the back of the U-haul, so for the next five hours, I sat in the passenger seat with the arrangement at my feet. It was a beautiful drive (though a bit uncomfortable).

Fast forward to today, we’ve been together for five years and married for almost three. And every year on January 4th, I think about that ginormous flower arrangement.

“True love stories never have endings.”

-Richard Bach