Roses Speak Louder Than Words

I have to get the carpenters to work on it, quickly.  I think I may have made a hole which shot straight off the roof when I leapt for joy a couple of hours ago.  Can’t you tell? I am simply joyous beyond words.  Happy doesn’t nearly describe how I feel right now.   I don’t want to sound cheesy and all, but yes, I am a giddy schoolgirl-fresh-from-prom-night reincarnate.

Three red roses found their way to my doorstep today.  I was surprised, to say the least… make that pleasantly surprised.  Mr. Significant Other (SO) turns out to have a romantic bone in his body, who would’ve known?  We are miles away from each other, and I just find it utterly sweet of him to have come up with the idea of sending me roses.

This is the first time in my entire life that anyone has given me roses.  Seriously.  I couldn’t even begin to describe all the various involuntary bodily responses which overcame me as I gingerly received that box of roses from the delivery man.  I felt a wave of unidentifiable emotions come over me.  As Christopher Cross oh so melodiously puts it, I was swept away.

I can just stare at them flowers all day…