Tomorrow is my 34th Birthday. For 34 years, I have gotten red roses from my sweet dad. It started on my first birthday. I got one red rose. Second birthday, two roses. And so on. Until my thirteenth... Dad decided a dozen was plenty for the rest of my birthdays. So, on my sixteenth, when I received 16 roses from my boyfriend and only a dozen from my dad, I made a teenage comment about my dad being outdone. Dad's response, "Yes, but I'll still be giving you them next year." Love my dad.
This morning I got the knock on the door from the florist. Now he sends them in a bunch or a box, not in a vase. I finally told him a few years ago that I immediately took each bouquet out of the florist's vase and tossed all the baby's breath. Not a fan of baby's breath. So now he eliminates that step for me.
Thanks, Dad, for all 342 roses over the years. They're beautiful.


Happy Birthday Sweet Friend!!
ReplyDeleteLove you,
Amie Jo :)
Happy Birthday!! May God richly bless you this year.
ReplyDeleteAnd, your Dad's line totally made me laugh!! Wise man.
Happy Birthday! What a sweet story. Thanks for sharing it. Your dad sounds like a good, loving man.
ReplyDeleteHappy Birthday! (I'm only a few days late. :)) I've had a good 2 months of being 34 ahead of you, LOL.
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