I was covering the front desk at the office this afternoon when a florist delivered a beautiful boquet of flowers. Immediately, my heart started pitter pattering and I thought, maybe juuuuuuust maybe those flowers were for me.
They weren’t.
Am I surprised? No, unless I have a secret admirer – there is no one who would be sending me such a lovely arrangement of flowers.
The good part is that I don’t get sad about it anymore, instead I find myself smiling with a glimmer of hope in mind….that perhaps one day when I am least expecting it…..that soft, fragrant expression of love will arrive with my name on it.
Helen