Love does crazy things to people. It makes them sky dive when they are afraid of heights, makes them drive hours to see someone, makes them give up life-changing opportunities and hire airplane messages in the sky.
Have you ever been crazy for love?
When my husband and I were dating he was incredibly sweet. One of my favorite surprises was roses in my mailbox.
One day as he was buying flowers a florist told him the sweetest story of love. Today I share that with you.
There was a young couple very much in love. They went through many struggles together and often didn’t have a lot of money, but every year the husband bought his wife a dozen roses for Valentine’s Day.
The years passed and still the man hadn’t missed a single Valentine’s day. Red Roses for the love of his life. As time does, it passed to quickly and the couple entered their senior years.
They didn’t waste a single moment, knowing that time held no certainty. Each moment captured their love in photo albums and stories. Finally one day the husband passed away.
The wife was lonely. Devestated. Her grief was compounded by the coming Valentine’s Day, a day that had always been so special to the both of them.
The day dawned way too sunny, as if it didn’t know that he was gone. She stared out the window wishing the day away when the doorbell rang. She wasn’t expecting company.
When she opened the door, the florist handed her a bouquet of a dozen red roses. The note simply said, “I Love You.” signed by her husband. Her eyes clouded with tears. Just like the sweet man she married, he had thought of her first Valentine’s Day without him.
My husband told the florist, “What an absolutely beautiful story.”
The florist told him, that was not the best part. You see the husband did not just get her flowers for the year of his death, but every year until hers she was to receive a twelve red rose bouquet. He paid for it and made the arrangements before he died, so that even when he was gone she wouldn’t feel completely alone.