I know I’m late with this one. I didn’t think I’d have anything for you this week.
Having looked through my recent photo files and found nothing of any real interest, I looked further and further back and found a beautiful photo, but .. for me, Finding Beauty isn’t merely about the physical, but needs to include some wider meaning.
So the day wore on and the time came for us to take Sid out for his second walk, and as I was getting him dressed in his warm coat and finding the lead with the reflective strips, OH suddenly made a dash for the door and disappeared without us.Â I carried on getting us ready, because I’m kind of used to these odd kicks in his gallop, but when he returned I was truly surprised.
He came through the door bearing that gorgeous bunch of red roses that you see up there.Â Â And he looked worried.
‘I’m sorry!’ he said, as he gave them to me. ‘I’m really sorry, but I can’t leave them in the car, they’ll freeze!’
I took them, I oohed and aaahed, and sniffed deeply.Â They smelled divine.Â Pure sweetness, powdery and rich.Â And I thanked him and kissed him, as you do.
‘I’m sorry,’ he said again.
‘Why are you sorry?’ I asked, bewildered.
‘But it’s not the day!’ he replied.
See, that’s finding beauty, right there.Â Not only does my lovely husband buy me a huge bunch of fragrant red roses for Valentine’s Day after thirty-two years of being married*, but he frets over getting it right.
The roses are very beautiful, and they’ll give me a lot of pleasure while they last, but the thought behind them is priceless, and even more beautiful than they are.
Does it matter that it’s ‘not the day’?Â Not at all.Â It matters that he bought them for me, and that he took the trouble to sniff each and every bunch to make sure he got the scented ones.Â It matters that he loves me.
There’s really nothing more beautiful than that.
*Oops .. I just realised it’s thirty-three, not thirty-two!