For many, many years, I have been claiming that my favorite flowers are gerbera daisies.
I think I may be changing my mind.
Last week I purchased flowers for my sweetie; and the ones that looked the best from the selection available was a bunch of white tulips. So I purchased them, brought them home, put them in a vase, and they found their way to our dining room table.
Over the past several days, I have been struck by how lovely these simple flowers look. The tulips are “just” white – not bright and colorful like gerbera daisies. The tulips are structured – not open like gerbera daisies. The tulips are reserved – not free like gerbera daisies. And yet, my heart, my eyes, and my mouth all smile every time I see the vase on our table.
Then tonight, I became aware of something more as I gazed at the tulips. The flowers, set on the dark wood of our dining room table, contrasted with the bright curtains and bold colors we chose for our walls, made our house feel like my home. In a transformational moment, I realized that I love the unique choices my sweetie and I have made to take what was once someone else’s house and evolve it into our home.
We don’t have the largest floor plan. We don’t have the trendiest décor. We don’t have expensive furnishings. But we don’t need any of that. We like what we have; it’s us. It fits.
Gerbera daisies were what I thought I should like: they’re colorful, and jubilant, and outgoing, and vivacious – but they’re just not fully me. Tulips are a bit more plain: reserved, structured, aloof – but still beautiful. Still wonderful. And in perfect harmony with me.