My Best Day
by
© ggillelkins
It was October 31, 1997 my 27th anniversary. I wanted to go to Isreal and had decided not to go because I could not raise the money I needed. That day I received flowers at work and cards from some of the employees. It was promising to be a nice day. As usual my husband stopped by the store after work. We made plans to go out for dinner that evening. He left and in a short while returned with 27 red roses. He always gave me a rose for each year we were married. They sat on the counter the rest of the afternoon. He had only one request that I did not take the vase out of the box it was in. I thought ok, he sometimes has strange ideas. So I did not take them out of the box the vase was in. When I left work I put them into the car. I made several stops before getting home. When I got home he still would not let me take them out of the box. We took them to dinner with us and later when we stopped for coffe with friends he wanted me to take them in with me. Then I saw my cousin and my parents there. They never came for coffe so I knew something was up. He then told me to take the vase out of the box and when I did I saw money wrapped to the stems of the roses. Tied to each rose was $101.00 equalling $2,700.00. Just enough to pay for my trip to Iseral. Ya just got to love a man like him. I know I do
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