October 18, 2018

I've always liked flowers.
We usually had some growing in our side yard when I was a kid, and I've known how much my mother likes gardenias for what seems to be my entire life. I was jealous of the girls who got to carry around bouquets on Valentine's Day in high school. I've been pressing wildflowers in Princess in Love by Meg Cabot for as long as I can remember. And I need more than my own two hands to tell you how often I bought myself flowers in college.
They are traditionally part of some of the most significant parts of human life: marriages and funerals. They can accompany an apology. They can demonstrate love. They can show remorse and sorrow. Simply put, flowers can help when words are not enough.
For a while now, I've kinda-sorta-totally wanted to become a florist. I think it started when we were planning my sister's funeral. Funeral flowers and sympathy arrangements can be expensive. It can seem like a silly expense, too, but when I got home the evening after Julian's ceremony and found my childhood home seemingly-filled with flowers, I realized what a difference they can make. When I didn't feel like I could move, or think, or even breathe, I unwillingly smelled the pungent flora and knew that I might actually be able to get some rest that night.
Every time I go home to Texas, I get the 3-for-$10 flowers from Central Market and make my own "arrangements" to put on my sister's grave. They are definitely not Mille Fleur Design level but knowing that flowers -- flowers that I intentionally chose and placed to honor my sister -- will help to brighten up a place as dreary as a cemetery is reason enough for me to keep trying.
Rather than do a traditional bouquet toss at our wedding, I gifted my wedding bouquet to my mom. As someone who is beyond guilt for taking my mother for granted, I hoped that the flowers could say more than I could ever.

As a newly married 20-something, I still buy myself flowers. I fangirl for The Flower Cab and excitedly get my fill of my current-favorite flower (protea) from them. If I blushed, I would blush when Jamison comes home with a bouquet on a whim. I spent approximately 42% of our honeymoon taking pictures of flowers and succulents. I'm a wannabe plant lady who is the opposite of a green thumb, but I am grateful to live on a planet with beauty that comes in a form as simple as flowers.

I truly believe that God did not have to make flowers when He created the earth, but He chose to. He did that for us. He wanted us to see a few small daisies under our toes when we step out of the car after a long day. He wanted to brighten our world and remind us that weeds (and trials) can be pretty (and good for us) too. He wanted to give those small, simple reminders that He creates beautiful things, including -- especially -- us.

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