I'm not a girl who enjoys flowers. Sure - I'd prefer a landscape to be sprinkled with some colorful buds as opposed to weeds, but I've never liked to receive flowers as gifts. I'm so not into flowers that I couldn't bring myself to hire a florist for my wedding...I just didn't really care about them at all - why waste money on a professional? So, I ordered and arranged the flowers myself with the help of some of my bridemaids. Among the many varieties of roses I ordered was a certain kind called "black baccarra" which I intended to use only in my own bouquet because they looked pretty cool online. They came in and I just thought they were the neatest looking flowers - they were, for the most part, very black. Call me depressing if you want to, but I really liked the black roses. I hadn't seen anything like them before. So, you get it....I liked the flowers.
Well, over a year and a half later, Clark still remembered that I liked those flowers, and he got me a bouquet of them for Valentine's Day. How awesome is he?! He totally deserves husband-praise for this one. He scheduled them to be delivered after our New Orleans trip so that I'd be able to enjoy them longer. Smart guy.
So here they are. I married a wonderful man who can be very romantic when he wants to be. I love him so much and have been so blessed to have him in my life and to have the priviledge of calling him my husband. Thank you, Clark, I love you so much!
On our wedding day (pretty obvious, I guess)...the flowers are the dark ones in the bouquet.