I am a firm believer that marriage gets better and better over time. You get to know your partner better, you grow and learn from shared experiences, and you continue to “leave and cleave” and become your own family. Today I was reminded once again how much I love my husband, how caring he is, and how thankful I am to have him in my life.
We’ve never been a couple that does a lot for Valentine’s Day. Sometimes we’ll go to McDonald’s and get an ice cream cone or something and we usually get cards, but nothing too fancy. Even so, I was a little sad that we’d be spending it apart this year, since I am in India. I had a big meeting and presentation downstairs at my hotel today, so I went down around noon to prepare. The presentation was over by 3pm, and I headed back upstairs to my room to work a little longer. As soon as I walked in, my jaw dropped to the floor.
I had two dozen red roses waiting for me in the room. My very first thought was that I wished they were from Brent, but I didn’t know how in the world that would have been possible. So I assumed they were from the hotel. It’s a pretty nice place, and this wouldn’t have been out of the question. In fact, I actually did find a rose and handwritten note from them on my bed a little later. But anyway, as I looked closer at the flowers, I noticed a card with my name on it, and it was in Brent’s handwriting. I began to get more excited. When I opened the card, it was all over. I was immediately in tears. He’d written me a precious note on a card that we’d bought together while we were here (it was a set that we bought to give out to our friends as thank you notes, and he must have saved one for me). Then I noticed the vase that the flowers were in. When I first moved to India last September, Brent bought me a vase and some flowers to welcome me to our apartment. My Valentine’s roses were in that very vase. I was speechless and just couldn’t fathom how he’d pulled this off.
I finally got to talk to him a few hours later (this time zone thing is driving me crazy!) and found out that he’d planned the whole thing before he ever left India! Before he left, we found out that I’d have to come back and would be here for Valentine’s Day. So he’d given the vase and card to our friend, Taha, and asked him to give it to the hotel today. Taha was in my meeting and came a little early to drop off the flowers and have them delivered to my room while I was downstairs. This was a surprise that was weeks in the making, and the execution was flawless!
I am still overwhelmed. I think this is the best surprise I’ve ever gotten. I told Brent that it might even be better than when he proposed, because I truly wasn’t expecting this one, and it showed me once again how much he loves me. God calls husbands to love their wives, and Brent does that so well. He’s truly a caring and gently spirit, and I couldn’t imagine my life without him.
I’ll cherish this Valentine’s Day forever, and that vase is definitely coming home with me. It’ll be in our home for a long time to come!
My beautiful roses
The card
(And the single rose left by the hotel)
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