It has been almost a week! I guess I've been busy. The last few days have been very nice indeed, though. My 1 year anniversary was last week, and was a new type of occasion for me. I did not know what to expect. I awoke last Wednesday to my sweetie asking "Do you know what today is?" Excitedly I nodded my groggy head. He then, oh-so-sarcastically stated "St. Patrick's Day!" I glared, he wished me a happy 1 year and bounced out the door for work with a giggle. Got me chuckling. I went out to my kitchen and there found a single rose wrapped with baby's breath. He left a surprise! I smelled its delightful pink petals and then read the note he left. Hmm. A bit impersonal. Not signed with "love," and only stating a cold "See ya later tonight." Well, you win some you lose some, right? Still gleeful I headed to work. My coworker friend text me more than once wanting to know when I'd get there. I sent her word I'd arrived and unlocked the lab door. Coming around to my desk I saw what was actually my surprise---a 2 foot+ tall flower arrangement of orange lilies! They were beautiful! I couldn't believe how big and bright it was! And my favorite flower...? Lilies! He actually listened!
Attached was a new card, this one very personal, very flowery, and extremely sweet. I bounced with joy as said coworker bounded in to greet me. The grin on her face (and her not being surprised at all) meant she knew ahead of time, and it made sense now how he had gotten into my lab before anyone else. My coworker always works earlier than me, and I've told him this in the past. Clever dog! I put the flowers on the window sill where they stood tall and poignant. Passers by outside glanced in to see them and fellow employees oohed and awed. I felt like a princess! The rest of the day went by as usual---just me with a bigger smile than normal---ending with a nice dinner and my few token gifts for him. (I scrapbooked our first year together and made him a clay ornament symbolizing all the wonderful things he is to me.) What I still love most about the day though, is the thought of my manly mechanic, picking up flowers, hiding them in his car, sneaking around the house in the morning (placing the first rose to throw me off!), trying to drive with a huge lily arrangement in his front seat ready to tip over, and then getting my friend involved to help. It's the story behind the fun stuff that's always the best. :) With that week being busy we decided to spend a night at his lake cabin to continue our celebration on Saturday. The weather was beautiful and sunny, with a thick layer of snow still laying around up there. The breeze smelled of pine and the clear skies looked breathtaking behind the white lake. As the deer tip-toed by the front door, and the wood stove burned warm and aromatic, I was more than content. I couldn't be happier, both with my little celebration and with the man I shared it with. I am a lucky lady!