Laugh Lines of a Flowering Sort (Or: I feel sorry for Aidan's girlfriend)

Don came back from PA about a half-hour ago, exhausted but feeling good after a morning of leading two worship services in his friend's absence. His arms were laden with his garment bag (housing his rarely-worn-now robe and stole), his Bible, Prayer Book, Wawa donuts for the kids, the check for me ... and a stunning floral arrangement of deep red roses, tiny purple accents, tall greens. Really pretty ... altar flowers. :) Hey, I'll take them.

I am not a fan of roses, period. I never was. I would much prefer a bouquet of wildflowers, or even tulips, than roses. They're expensive and they die quickly. I've mentioned this to Don many times, and while I don't often get flowers, it seems that lately when I do they're ... roses. Oh well. This past Valentine's Day, I got a bouquet of ... roses. Granted, they were a gorgeous hue of salmony-orange, but they were roses -- and they died quickly.

Now, the roses today I don't mind. While the thought of them being altar flowers makes me laugh, they're free. "Free" trumps it every time.

This afternoon, after I placed the arrangement in our living room, I told Don not to buy roses for me anymore. Anything else but roses ... and I explained why. "Oh, OK," he said agreeably.

But then Aidan chimed in ...

"Yeah," he said. "I'd get you petunias. Or dandelions."

Petunias? Dandelions?
I love this boy.
His future girlfriend, however, might prefer those roses.