A man brought me flowers yesterday, a dozen April Fool’s flowers,
a bouquet of beauty filled with much more than I expected. Well, the fact I didn’t expect them, had no
idea they existed …for me, had no inkling or clue they were destined to be
placed into my hand made them even more spectacular. They’re just roses. But they’re the most beautiful roses I have
seen in a very long time, because they’re mine and were meant for me.
I had expected my April Fools to be lonely, to be quiet, and to
pass by with a whimper. I had brought a
dozen donuts to work for my co-workers and it took them half a day to start
eating them, because they expected a prank, a joke, or a surprise. They came
from me, after all – the witty girl always up for a prank. No, they were just
donuts that I had bought for a party I had with my girlfriends a couple days
before and were never going to eat. I was surprised that I hadn’t planned any
prank or joke – because I love to laugh and bring laughter to others more than
anything else. But, it just wasn’t in me
this year. It was a bit of a sad occasion, a reminder of a lost love.
No, I expected my April Fool’s evening to go by forgotten and
lonely. I went home after work with
plans of doing laundry, vacuuming my condo, working out on my treadmill - since
it was too cold to hang out by the pool, cook me a sensible dinner, watch a
little television and fall asleep reading. Not a bad evening, but nothing
spectacular, nothing surprising, and definitely nothing exciting. I’m glad the universe had other plans. I
appreciate that a smart, handsome, romantic, spontaneous – super mysterious (ha
ha) man had other plans and wasn’t afraid to interrupt mine. I didn’t expect him. I didn’t ask for him. I
didn’t seek him out. Yet, he found me anyway and I had a Cinderella evening on an
April Fool’s Day. I had doors opened for
me, smiles directed at me, laughter shared with me, and a kiss I felt all the
way to my toes. But, there was another part of me, one deep down I tried to
ignore, one that kept waiting for the clock to strike mid-night, and the other
shoe to drop - for the April Fool’s joke to be revealed – because how could all
this be for me? But, that joke never came.
I have divided that dozen roses into several different vases
throughout my condo to remind me everywhere I turn - that it’s okay to be Cinderella
sometimes. It feels good to be wanted, to be valued, and to be pursued.
I don’t know how this fairy tale will evolve, if it will bloom
into a grand tale or become something the Grimm brothers would appreciate. I
will not worry about tomorrow. Maybe I will be the fool. Maybe not. I will
appreciate the moment for what it has been so far. I have a huge smile on my
face today. I will hope for a better future, and no matter that future I will always
love and appreciate my April Fool’s Flowers.
Till next time,
~T.L. Gray
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