When Luke and first started dating we were two young crazy kids in love.
Well I'm not sure if we were in love at that point, but it came eventually.
But we were young and still had a lot to learn.
One area we still had room to grow in was the art of giving flowers and the art of knowing how to receive a gift.
Me=How to receive a gift
We both had a little something to learn.
So lets go to the day we both learned a lesson.
I can't remember what the occasion was or why Luke was giving me flowers but I do remember it was within the first 6 months or so of us dating.
Maybe it was our first Valentine's day, which was awkward. I wasn't good at dating, which could be why Luke is the only guy I've dated, and also why I wanted to marry him after the first year and just be done with the whole dating thing.
Too bad it took me FOUR MORE YEARS to decide to marry me.
How many times can I beat a dead horse?
Anyways, back to 2004 when we just started dating. We were celebrating something and Luke came to my apartment with a vase of flowers.
The ugliest flowers I had ever seen in my life.
I took one look at them and said, and I quote:
"hm, those are nice did you pick them in a field on the way over?"
No lie. I said that.
Just to clarify Luke is the sweetest person I have ever met. And very patient. Obviously.
I on the other hand am not, and there are probably plenty of people who could testify to this.
We do not need your testimonies right now, thank you.
I don't remember what happened after that, but I do know that we STILL laugh about that incident and he did marry me.
So he knew what he was getting into, just saying.
He swears that it did not hurt his feelings and he liked it cause I was "real" with him.
The moral of the story is he has gotten better at buying me flowers and I have gotten better at holding my tongue. Most of the time.
I mean look at these beautiful flower he sent to me today for our anniversary:
These definitely weren't picked from any field.
Oh and for further clarification, he didn't pick the original flowers out of a field either.
And please don't hate me after this post, I was young, and well, young.
But don't worry after the incident we got married and two years later we are celebrating our anniversary. Here we are in all our two year marital glow.
Proof that you will never look as good as you did on your wedding day.
By the way, after we took this picture Luke told me he thought my hair looked good. Bless him. He is a good husband.