Last Friday Curt and I went to a marriage enrichment evening for our young married/newlywed class. We have been trying to put into practice some things that we learned. For me, it's not arguing or critiquing. For Curt, it has been doing the little things he used to do to make me feel special while we were dating. For the first year of our relationship, I literally had fresh flowers in my room at all times. As soon as one floral gift withered, a new one was delivered. In that respect, he set a very high standard. Yesterday afternoon there was a soft knock on the door, which I knew was Curtis because he wouldn't dare make noise that could wake up the baby from his nap. (I can't even eat CheezIts without waking him up.) When I opened the door he was standing there with a huge smile on his face, arm extended presenting me a bouquet of flowers. How sweet! Only there was something a little odd about them.
Turns out it's Our Lady of the Guadalupe's feast day. And many people like to bring her flowers. Okay, so Curtis didn't go to a florist to get me flowers. And he didn't inspect the wrapper to see if it contained the likeness of La Virgen. But what blesses me is that while he was running errands at Walmart, he saw flowers and thought of me. Because he loves me. And that's all I need. Sorry, Virgen de Guadalupe, that you will have one less bouquet of flowers this year. From one mother to another, I really needed these.