Roses

I'm lucky to have a surfeit of flowers adorning mantels and windowsills at the moment.  It was our 15th wedding anniversary yesterday.  It seems quite hard to believe in some ways but, truthfully though, I can't really remember the time when I didn't have D beside me in life.  I adore that man of mine.

When, as two love-struck twenty-somethings, we were setting the date for our wedding, the prospect of Valentines Day falling on a Saturday was too much to resist.  Romantic?  Yes, I guess.  With hindsight though, perhaps not such a good idea.  We've taken to going out for a celebratory meal a little before or after the date and get a bit sniffy about sharing 'our' day with everybody else!

D bought me 15 red roses.  Apparently the rose is the flower associated with fifteen years of marriage.

We had a posy of daffodils from Blondie Daughter and tulips from my Mum In Law.

And that cheeky teenaged son of mine?  Well, lest we should get carried away by hearts and flowers ...

Ha!  And I always thought I was unphotogenic!

I hope you felt loved yesterday.

xxx