A Rare Saturday Post

Thursday, on my way home from work, I stopped by the grocery store.

We needed milk, bananas, paper towels, shampoo, Tylenol PM...

I walked in and saw these flowers.

I stopped.

I fell in love with the orange.

They had purple, too.

Oh, and some yellow (my favorite color).

I'm not a roses kind of girl necessarily.

I love different, unique.

After smelling the purples and the violets and the Gerber Daisies of all colors,

I put these orange beauties in my cart.

The price tag - $5.

Sometimes, I buy myself flowers.

I take them home.

I put them in a vase.

I add water and nutrients to them.

I put them on my table in the front room, or on my kitchen table.

I open the blinds in the morning to bring them sunlight.

I usually only buy them when they are $5.

I buy them for me.

I have finally learned, after 41 years, that I don't need someone else to buy me flowers to prove to me that I am worth it, that I am loved, that I am worthy of love.

I can prove that to myself.

$5 flowers remind me every time I look at them that I AM worth it. I AM loved. AND, I AM worth of love.

$5 flowers remind me to stop for a minute. 

Don't just walk right by the floral department that you have to walk by to get to the rest of the store.

Stop for a minute.

Look. Smell. Touch.

See the beauty. Smell the scent. Touch the fragile, sometimes broken petals.

$5 flowers remind me that we all need water and nutrients.

We all deserve to be in a clean, glass vase with a ribbon tied around it.

We all deserve to have sunlight and to be noticed.

The orange reminds me that Fall is almost here.

The orange reminds me that everything will die soon, so that it can come back to life even better and stronger and more beautiful in the Spring.

The orange reminds me that Heavenly Father has a plan.

And His plan is perfect. 

Orange reminds me that we live in a beautiful world... even if sometimes we need to look a bit harder to see it that way.

$5 flowers remind me to find joy in the journey.