My Love

A couple of days ago, the door bell rang and Chandler basically forced me to answer it. I'm glad I did. He had a beautiful bouquet of hot pink roses and pink and red chrysanthemums delivered to the house. For me.

He's amazing.

The last time he bought me flowers was when Waverly was born. Again, a beautiful bouquet of hot pink roses, my favorite.

I'm not a huge flower fan, but I love getting them from Chandler. They always mark a memorable time in our lives, not necessarily a holiday. The first bouquet of flowers I ever remember getting from him came the day of my junior prom. We weren't officially dating, but had been spending time together over the past couple of months. It just seemed natural that I would go to prom with him; it was his senior prom. But I didn't. I went with someone from my school instead. Jerk move? Yes. But Chandler brought me a colorful bouquet of gerbera daisies that afternoon. We started "officially" dating a month later. What a keeper.

There have also been those random times when he bought me a single pink rose, just because.

This time, the bouquet marked memorable words...

He told me that over the past couple of weeks he had been thinking about love and how Waverly would understand love. She would know love for us and her family and her dog and friends through life experience, but she would only understand the ideal of "being in love" by witnessing how Chandler loves me. He wants to set an example for her of how her future husband should love her.

He said it a lot better than I just did, but you get the gist.

This is one of the many, many reasons why I love him with all of my heart and know that I am one blessed girl to have him as my husband and the father of my children.