Spring blooms.

He gave her a flower the first time they met. A yellow carnation from the flower stand where he worked. She was his first customer for the day.

He brought her colorful lilacs the first time he visited her home. And after their first date, she went to bed smelling the slight fragrance of lilies.

She carried a beautiful bouquet of assorted spring blooms on their wedding day. One he made specially for her.

He never fails to give her blooms during special occasions. It would often symbolize an anniversary, a birth, a new achievement at work, get well soon gift during hospital visits and other moments throughout their life together.

But she specially likes it when he sends flowers even if there are no special occasions at all. When asked, he would often say, “Just because you are special.”

One of those days is today. He carries an assortment of spring blooms like the one on their wedding day. He knows they were her favorites.

“May I arrange them this time, Grandpa?”, his youngest granddaughter asked him. He smiled and said, “Your grandma would love to.”

Their granddaughter carefully placed the bouquet of flowers in the white grave stone and said, “Hope you like them, Grandma!”

As they walked hand in hand, grandfather and granddaughter, they were showered with a soft mist filled with fragrances of spring blooms.

He brought her a flower the first time they met. And he will bring her a flower the next time they see each other again.


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