Prebirthday Flowers!

On my last Friday as a twenty-nine year old,

I received a bouquet of flowers.

I nearly dropped the ball on this one though.

An unrecognizable phone number kept calling my cell phone,

but when it called my work,

I was like WTF? 

Who could this possibly be?

And why don't they just leave a message?

Turns out it was the flower delivery dude.

I had no idea who they were from.

And I thought that perhaps he just go the wrong person.

Jon had tried sending flowers to work

when I interned at the TimeWarner Book Group (now Hachette)

the summer I turned twenty-one.

I think I got them the next day--a little worn for the wear

of being traveled around in the hot June weather.

They were from Dani, Sarm, and Hetal! 

Such awesome, awesome ladies.

Aren't the flowers just gorgeous?

I love the peach.

It's vibrant and happy and summery and fun.

Last year I bought myself two dozen peachy/orange roses.

It was so nice that someone else thought to give me flowers!

I love flowers!

I wish I could've brought them to Florida with me.

When I got them at work, I set them on my desk

and every time I looked up it reminded me of how awesome

my friends are and how turning thirty isn't so bad.

They love me anyway.

I brought them home,

and set them in the corner of the computer screen/our TV.

Happy flowers.

Happy day.

I brought them with me to my aunt's house

and gave them to her since I couldn't bring them to Florida.

It brightened my day,

and rather than wilt and die in my apartment while I was gone,

I hoped to brighten hers.

Birthday flowers!!!