If flowers could speak, what would they say?

If flowers could speak, what would they say? 


He rushes from place to place knowing that the time he has may pass him by too quickly.

"I will drop you guys off and go get flowers and then meet you back here." he says to his darling wife. 

His mind wanders to all the scenarios that may end up proving his worst fear. I knew I should have planned better he thinks to himself as he races back to the store. Every stop sign like a reminder to stop, breath, and continue on his quest. He ignores such trivial things. After all he is on a mission. 

The family returns to the car and his little girl quickly reminds him that her heart is important. 

"Dad are those for me?" 

The question itself shouldn't even have a question mark on the end of it. She knows the answer. He knows the answer. We all know the answer.  

"He quickly retorts back, these flowers are for someone reaaaaalllllyyyy special that has a dance recital tonight." 

The car returns to its quite state. 

"I have a dance recital tonight and I am special she says aloud, those must be for me" she proclaims loudly. 

"I guess we will find out won't we." 

Hours pass, dance upon dance upon dance begins and ends with not much fanfare. At least for anyway until... she takes the stage. 

He is leaping inside watching the love of his life do the thing she loves most. It is not whether she is able to accomplish the dance perfectly that makes his heart leap. It is the joy he sees on her face and in her actions as she performs. 

The claps and shouts rescind, the lights go down and we are waiting for her to return to us from behind the stage. She jumps in her mothers arms. Her mother praises her through and through. The little girl looks passed her mother. She ask her to be put down and runs over to her father to find him bending down and looking into her eyes and saying these important words, "I am proud of you, you are the special girl that these flowers belong to. I bought them just for you. The color red to show you I love you." 

She grabs the flowers and smells them. She lifts her eyes and gaze. She squeezes him tightly raising one foot and pointing it to the sky in true dancing form. 

"I knew these were mine she exclaims, thank you daddy!!!!"

The dad knows that the flowers are important because he has placed importance on them. For the last 3 years every time he buys his girls flowers he reminds them why he does it. Most of the time there is not an important event attached to them, sometimes there is. Showing up with roses is a means to an end for him. These beautiful plants that were yanked from the ground and placed in water only to die in approximately 2 weeks are a symbol. A symbol of my unrelenting passion for you and my unwavering desire to show you that you are worth it. As you look on them may you see my heart for you. Every time you see me with flowers you should ask yourself a question and remind yourself of the answer. 

"Are those for me?"

"Of course they are, you are special and I bought them just for you, I love you more than these pretty colors could ever communicate." 


If flowers could talk they may say things like this: 

"Stop using me for your own gain" 

"I know I'm pretty but stop cutting me from my source" 

"Ugh, another sappy moment" 

"Geez this guy cries too much" 

"WOW. I get to sit in this dirty water for another week while see tries to keep me alive" 

"If you leave me in the hot car one more time I will stab you"