Across the street from Moose’s therapy clinic, is a darling little flower shop. Strangely, it is just two doors down from the place where I met my husband, almost ten years ago.
Funny, how life comes full circle.
Moose and I occasionally take field trips in this darling little shop, but today, after an exceptionally hard day, I walked across the street alone while he was in speech and OT.
I was never a girl that loved flowers, until this past year. Even in my garden, I’ve always favored the practical over the pretty.
This winter, something changed in me. I found myself fawning at the flower departments in grocery stores, buying the cheapest bouquet I could.
Suddenly, my home felt alive with flowers present.
Then, I remembered back when I was 19, visiting my best friend in Manhattan, that I sat next to a woman who talked the entire flight back to Chicago. She said, “Most people indulge in wine, cigarettes, daily lattes. Not me. It’s fresh flowers.”
15 years later, I get it. Now, I get it.
A mere $1.50 that will greet me as I slave over dishes for the next week. A reminder of my wedding day.
I love gerberas. There’s something about this flower that can center a whole room. That can take your mood and flip it on its back.
With the stress of back to school life already here, I need all the help I can get.