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Sep 19
2007
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It's the Flowers...Posted by Gabe Knipp in relationships, love |
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So, I bought Brooke flowers today. This meant I had to ride my bike to the grocery store, and then to her school. And then I had to stand there for ten minutes, waiting for the bell to ring, talking to the security guard. He kept mentioning how Iwas making everyone look bad. Every other guy in the building had to buy flowers now. I wanted to ask him if all the guys in the building were exclusively dating/married to women in the building, because otherwise, I don't think it would really matter. I don't think that guy's girlfriend is going to complain to him tonight, saying she heard someone brought flowers to the school. But instead, I just stood there and chuckled nervously. I looked up at the clock. Five more minutes.
I had to bike since we only have one car. Yeah, we decided to only have one car. It was an easy decision when my car started sounding eerily like a train whistle. It whistled out of the spot in front of our condo, down the street. I wanted to hide when I drove it, and I'm sure all the neighbors talked about us. But, the important thing is that we got rid of it, and now save tons of money on gas and insurance, and I get exercise everyday.
I'm dreading winter, though.
But the important thing is the flowers. You should've seen Brooke's face. Have you ever surprised somebody at work? Brooke is used to seeing work faces: kids and teachers. She's not used to seeing her husband, and she laughed and took the flowers and pulled me away from the door to give me a kiss. On the lips. I know, I know. I'll keep it clean. But really, nothing else happened. She put the flowers in water and I rode my bike home.
Except this happened: it made my day. When we started dating, the goal was to win Brooke's heart, to make her fall for me, to impress her. And I loved the challenge. But, post-wedding-day, that challenge isn't there quite the same. You see, I won. I won her heart. I impressed her enough, so much in fact, that she married me. That's for life.
But I forget that she still has a heart that needs winning. Everyday. It's not a one time deal. Marriage is not the championship and then you retire. Marriage is the call-up, the invite into the big leagues. It's the game I was trying to reach when we first started dating.
So, the thing is the flowers. It's the passion. It's the standing there, with sweat dripping down my back trying to make small talk because I remember that Brooke has a heart waiting, again, to be won. And Brooke, if you ever read this, I will win it. Again and again.
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