He knocked quietly on the door, hoping I wouldn’t be home yet.
“I got you flowers, and chocolate.”
I was speechless, like I always am when he romances me. I kissed him, and put the chocolate on the back shelf of a kitchen cupboard for my own safety.
“Do we have a tall, narrow vase?”
I knit my eyebrows together, mental inventory. The short green one, the really narrow one that wouldn’t keep it’s balance…
He grinned with an idea. I returned to washing dishes while he arranged the mountain sunflowers in something. I turned around;
His everyday not-roses were tucked into a mountain-lover’s be-stickered Nalgene water bottle.
I love this.
I love that they are different. The creative expression of love. The sunshine captured on our kitchen table. I love that they are vibrant and messy, and unabashedly, wildly reaching their crinkled petals in every direction.
I love this simple ordinary love that we keep in our regular old, favorite container. I love this bright mountain flower tucked into a used, loved bottle that seen its share of real life (so why not its share of romance, too?)