I was able to have a dozen roses delivered this morning, but in a very “2025 fashion” — via the internet and the local Wal-Mart! My mind harkens back three decades, to the 1990s, when a dozen roses from the local florist were (as I recall) more expensive. Or maybe I was just poorer. After we were married, for many years I picked up roses or other flower arrangements at the supermarket. Now I don’t drive anymore, and none of the kids were around this weekend to take me anywhere, so I had to have the roses delivered. I guess it sounds more cheesy than romantic. But the buds have opened up nicely. And Eileen was surprised!☺️❤️
Even though both of us were a bit older than usual when we got married (ages 29 and 33), we were still lovebirds in the beginning. Then — of course — came the kids, and it seems like an entire lifetime that we spent raising them. Actually Jojo is living at home: next school year will be her last at White Oaks — the upper school at the John XXIII Montessori Center — but we are always happy to have her around.
We are grateful to God for everything.
