Thanksgiving Dinner

I had heard his mom’s favorite color was red, but the half-dozen rose bouquet at the shop wasn’t quite cutting it. Theoretically, I could combine two of these bouquets into one, and that would be that, but, realistically, the quality of these roses were just not on par as that of the other bouquets in the ice buckets. I had thought about the different combinations of flowers I might be able to weave together for about six minutes, when I decided upon a pink bouquet, baby’s breath, and a single red rose. You see, the half-dozen prepackaged red rose bouquets may not have been looking as alive as I wanted them to be, but the single red roses were all so fresh - and entirely beautiful. I figured a red rose in the middle of the pink bouquet - those roses also seemed to be of the best quality - would bring it all together. And the baby’s breath, of course, to really, truly bring it all together. 

The man of Pascual Flowers did not disappoint. With his arrangement and brown-paper wrapping with white lace print, I was all set. I had the box of assorted Ferrero Rocher for each member of the family - mother liked milk, father liked white, 3 siblings’ preferences unknown - an additional box of assorted Godiva truffles as he, evidently, hails from a bigger family… everything was ready.

Just, I didn’t expect… I didn’t know… I guess didn’t know what I didn’t know. 

And boy, was I shown a revelation that would - that could - single-handedly change my life for the better.

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