During a Sunday school class several years, a story was told about a man who brought red roses to his wife every week. He knew she loved them and they always made her smile. The moral of this story wasn't that men should bring their wives red roses every week. It was that we should do the little and big things we can to bring happiness and joy to those we love. Equally important is recognizing those sweet little gifts of love in whatever form they take.
For whatever reason my house has been overrun with mosquitoes this year. (It may have something to do with the 6 children who constantly run in and out of the house every minute of the day) They leave Hubby completely alone and bite *me*! Not only do they bite me but the leave huge angry red welts all over. Last night my cute man stayed up until midnight swatting every mosquito he could find, even though he had to be at work at 6 AM. That is a red rose gift he gave to me.
I have to take iron for anemia. I never remember to take it. Every night my sweet husband brings me a glass of water, my vitamins, and the oh-so-nasty iron pill. That is another red rose gift he gives me.
Over the course of the last 17 years, and six children, I never changed a diaper in the middle of the night. Hubby always got up, changed the baby and brought them to me to nurse. I think that one is worth a few red roses.
Hubby calls me every day on his way to work. (He puts the phone on speaker) He calls me again at lunch and on his way home. There is another red rose.
Hubby loves my hair long. I prefer it to be around shoulder length, but Hubby like it long. It is currently just above my waist. It is my red rose gift to him.
Because my guy loves his sports, I now know baseball, basketball, and football. These are my red roses to him.
What red roses do you and your sweetheart give to each other?
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