When I Expected Flowers

He was so thoughtful to check with me first before planning to hang out with one of his best friends, Jensen, Monday night. Even though I knew I would miss him after a long day at home alone, of course I wanted him to go. Jensen's one of my other favorite people too, and they don't see each other often enough now that I'm the new roommate. 

He called me when he was on the way home. I'm leaving Leesburg now, baby, can't wait to see you...I love you. 

Just 15 more minutes, I thought. 

20 minutes passed...then 25, and he still wasn't home. But I knew why. He knew I'd been thinking how long it was since he had brought flowers home for me, and he stopped to get some on his way home. I couldn't wait. I just knew that was it.

I heard my loud, growling car pull into the driveway...and it took a while for him to get to the front door of the house. Probably because he had to go around to the other side to get the flowers, or something like that.

He finally made it in the door, looking somewhat disgruntled, no flowers in hand. (But I thought, one time he left them outside the door and then went back for them. Just to make it better.) He tossed his stuff on the couch, sat down heavily, sighed, and handed me a yellow piece of paper. 

No flowers. A court summons from being caught in a speed trap. I was so disappointed.

I didn't have the heart to tell him, but I just kind of moped in my heart through the rest of the night in self-pity, frequently reminding myself of how my strongest love language wasn't being met and that I should feel upset about it. 

Well, tonight Levi got home from work before me, and when I walked in the door I surveyed my surroundings. Lamp light...lit candles...and Levi was in the kitchen cooking dinner. No flowers, but I was too hungry to be disappointed. Then I walked in the dining room to find more lit candles, and a bouquet of flowers on the table. 

I don't know what I even did to get him, but he's mine, and he's so good to me. I should have never let my self-fabricated expectations get in the way of remembering that.