My sweetie brought me flowers yesterday and immediately started apologizing for their imperfection as he handed them to me. He explained that he searched and searched for some that were not damaged in some way. Some of the petals were brown and many leaves were starting to fall from the stems. But to me, they were perfect.
Perfect because my sweetie spent time and hard earned money just to spoil me a little for Valentine’s day.
Perfect because they were chosen just for me and a gesture of his love for me.
Perfect color for me and perfectly sweet that he knew it.
Perfect, perfect, perfect.
We had a pretty busy night, so the roses were quickly put in a vase and we zipped off to take care of a few things. This morning, I found a few extra little minutes to spend on them. I peeled a few bruised petals away, gathered up a handful of newly fallen leaves, and re-arranged the freshly groomed buds.
So lovely, right? Sure, we could look for, and pick out imperfections if we chose to. But, to me, they are perfect.
I think we are all a lot like my Valentine’s Day roses. There is such great beauty in all of us. We just need someone who will look beyond the bruised petals and the leaves we drop. Someone who will reach out to us, nurture us, and bring our beauty out. I hope that each one of you has at least one someone like that in your life. Whether it be a sweetie, family, or a dear, dear friend. And I hope that you will recognize the beauty in yourself. Maybe we have a few prickles and bruises. Maybe we’ve lost a few leaves and petals. But deep in our core, there is beauty and perfection. Just like the inexplicably gorgeous swirl of a rose.
All my love,