Sunday, November 21, 2010
When I was very young, except by south Georgia standards, I met a delightful, quiet, kind man who I married as quickly as I could sort out how. He endeared himself to me a little more every week we had together with little notes and cards and calligraphy doodles of his affection, but the very first gift he ever gave me was a single rose delivered to me at work on a random Tuesday for no reason other than to send me a flower. He was very clever. Over the years I got many other more expensive and sometimes more coveted gifts from him, but that first one took me completely off guard.