I was running late for work this morning (what’s new?), so I kissed my husband good-bye, told my cat to be good, and rushed out the door. Along our front walkway, I couldn’t help but notice the roses blooming in our flower bed, with pink, white, and coral roses begging me to stop and admire them. At the end of the walkway, one spot in particular captured my attention, a stem so full of coral colored rose blooms that the branch was leaning over, and the bright flowers against a blue lantern in the flower bed were irresistible.
I wanted a picture. My arms were full, though, with my tote bag, my lunch box, and my water cup, and I didn’t have a free hand to dig out my phone. Plus I was already going to be late. So I simply sighed and rushed to my car without getting that picture.
Later, I was buried in emails at work when I got a text message from my husband. He said he wanted to send me some flower pictures, since our roses were showing off. He sent me a handful of photos of our roses, all different colors, and the very last one was the branch of coral colored rose blooms against the blue lantern that had stopped me in my tracks that morning.
I like that picture even more because that rose captured his attention the same as mine, and that he liked it enough to send the picture to me. I like that we both were drawn in by the same flowers. And above all, I love knowing that when I get home this evening and walk by that rose on the way to the front porch, he will be waiting for me, just on the other side of that door.
Sweat & Sparkle 