Remembering the small things

Relationships aren’t always the fairytale story you see in romantic comedy films or those stories your mother read to you when you were just a little girl, dreaming of your prince charming. Please show by raise of hands how many of you actually kissed a frog after hearing ‘The Frog and the Princess’.

I didn’t. I did play with frogs though. And apparently, they gave me warts.

I digress. Relationships are about the little things we do for each other, the stolen kisses, the knowledge of his or her favourite drink, that little pick-me-upper on a bad day. It’s also in the great gestures.

I received these lovely flowers from Flip about a month ago. He delivered them himself, at my office. He likes to surprise me like that.

The romantic that I am, I just melt everytime and fall in love all over again.

The protea in the middle lasted a whole month. It’s just such an amazing robust flower. And it’s South Africa’s national flower.

The funny thing is, I used to dislike proteas. I thought they were ugly and old people’s flowers. But as fate would have it, on our very first date, Flip bought me a massive protea from a vendor and mixed in the euphoria of being in love and all over mushy, I got stuck on it. It’s now my favourite flower and I just love having them in my house.

Strange how emotions can change your perceptions over something, no?

Today, we celebrate another monthiversary and I couldn’t be happier.

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In other news, today is also my mother’s birthday. I have already sent her a couple of messages wishing her the best year ahead and thanking her for being such an amazing mother and friend. Hip hip hoorah!

This post I wrote her last year, still applies today.

 My mom and I at my 21st