
Oh, Valentine's Day. Once I beheld you with horror and disgust . . . but what a difference a fiance makes. This Valentine's Day is a first and a last: my first as a fiancee, my last as anything but a wife.
Because V-Day is quickly approaching and because a certain wedding date is as well (although not as quickly as I might hope), I find myself contemplating the ins and outs of flowers. I never had a favorite flower, but now I have to think about bouquets and centerpieces and wreaths and boutienniers (did I even spell that right?).
Roses are a romantic staple, of course. Then there are calla lilies, cherry blossoms, hydrangeas, orchids, irises . . . the list goes on and on. Would it be completely wrong of me to carry a bunch of illegally picked wildflowers down the aisle? Maybe a solitary daisy or sunflower? A bundle of colorful leaves, even? The opportunities are endless!
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