I always find myself looking for flower arrangements for people. I find it better to give flowers to the living.
But doing it again and again makes me wonder...What would it feel like to be given flowers with as much thought and effort as I give?
Because I did receive flowers. But they came with a hint of wonder...A guy gave me a blue bouquet of red roses because it matched his outfit. But I was sad because he didn't consider the color I like or my own dress color. I learned he asked his friend to buy it for him.
A group of friends gave me a bouquet of red roses for my 18th. It was nice, but again, I ended up wondering...because I remembered a time I was buying flowers with one of them for a fellow friend. I asked that when it's my birthday, then could they give me the coral roses I fell in love with instead? It made me sad that the friend forgot my request.
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I'm not complaining. But people...they like to give flowers as representation of something. But I find it rare that people put the time and heart to pick the flowers themselves, and get it arranged and given truly with the receiver's feelings and prerogatives in mind.
Just another random thought before bed.