During the years we were living at camp, I could count on one hand how many times Ben bought me flowers. It was very difficult for him to get me any, because the surprise factor is almost more important for him than the flowers themselves, and smuggling a bouquet of flowers home from the city when we went in together basically every time was a bit of a challenge.
He managed to surprise me a few times, and it was very special, but most of my enjoyment of flowers came from the wild daisies growing everywhere in the Whiteshell (which we weren’t supposed to pick, because we were living in a provincial park).
However, now that we’re living in civilization once more, Ben has easy access to the flowers.
At first, this did not seem to increase my chances of getting flowers. But then, we joined a bunch of couples for a weekly Bible study group, focusing on better marriages, and my absolute favorite thing that came out of this was the session on a husband romancing his wife, which Ben interpreted as “buying flowers”. (If “flowers” were a love language all on their own, it would be mine.)
Since that session, I have enjoyed many beautiful bouquets of flowers, and I am quite delighted with the whole thing. I feel spoiled rotten, and I’m pretty sure our marriage will reach very romantic heights.
Someday, I’ll have enough flowers growing in our yard so I can pick them anytime, but until then, I’m extremely thankful for my very romantic husband.;)
What makes you feel “spoiled rotten”?:)