I Deserve Those Flowers

I don't want flowers, I don't need flowers, but I deserve those flowers.

I have always had an incredible example of love to look up to my entire life. My parents seem as if they fell in love yesterday. I always act disgusted when they’re kissing or saying cute things to each other, but I’m smiling my biggest smile on the inside.

I’m a very curious person, and as I’ve grown older and started having relationships of my own, I began to observe my dad and how he treats my mom. After 30 years together, he still calls her his bride, holds her hand while they watch movies, and writes “I love you, ‘B’” on our front street in chalk.

One example that has made a big impact on me happened a few months after a bad breakup. My dad and I were at the supermarket on our way to the checkout when we walked past the floral department. My dad stopped, picked out the most beautiful bouquet of flowers, and set them on top of the cart. He then turned to me and said, “Your mom was having a bad day.”

That—right there—is what I deserve. No, it doesn’t have to be flowers, or chocolates, or wine. It could be a loaf of bread or a handwritten note. I deserve someone who thinks about me and considers my feelings.

This is where I’ve set my bar. I’m so thankful to be a creation of such beautiful love and, as a woman, to have a father who shows me every day how a husband should treat his wife.

I love you, Mom and Dad, and will always be so grateful for you both.