Until recently I hated flowers. Although the majority of my dresses have a floral print, and I have a fine collection of floral material that I have bought over the years, because I love the look of flowers in print and illustration. I just never got around to appreciating actual flowers. I do believe I even once told Luke when we first started dating that I didn't want him to ever buy them for me. However, during the year I've started to let go of certain things I had a strong aversion to, and have found myself making comments on the colours of flowers. Now, Luke isn't the most perceptive person but when it comes to me making comments about what I like/want/don't like he pays attention and this is one of the reasons why he is the absolute best gift giver! I have like/want/don't like verbal diarrhoea, and especially so in the first three months of my pregnancy. I was constantly saying I wanted things like bagels or a lemon tart, and I would come home from work and Luke would have spent his day off making them for me.
So when Luke started to hear my flower comments he made a note to buy them for me for my birthday. And the night before my birthday I was having cups of tea with my Mum and I told her I was going to be slightly disappointed if Luke didn't buy me flowers for my birthday (and yes I know I am unreasonable sometimes!). And I had to work on my birthday so Luke thought it would be a nice surprise to have flowers sent to my work. However when I came home from work empty handed, Luke got really flustered and told me what he had planned. It turns out the florist had wrote the wrong date down, and I won't lie I was a little disappointed upon hearing it. My Mum's birthday is two days after mine, so my Sister Ash came over for the weekend to see us both and she did not come empty handed. Along with some BB cream + Kora's Rose Hip Body Oil, there was a lovely bunch of orange floral delights for me! The universe clearly wanted me to convert me, and now I totally get the appeal of a receiving a bunch of flowers!