Roses and Beginnings-To Daryl Part I

Dear Daryl,

I loved you from the moment I saw you. I remember that day. I was working with your sister and I could tell you liked me; but I was fed up with men at the moment, so I purposed a challenge. I said that I would marry the first man who brought me thirty roses; but the roses couldn't be given all at once, they had to be given one at a time for thirty days. You took up that challenge. Being a truck driver, you could not bring me one a day, but you brought me one for every day you were home. I don't believe you actually brought me thirty, but close enough. The girls in the store set up a bet to see if you would do it. They placed the vase you got me the first day on the counter and watched it fill up.

We didn't marry until almost a year later, but in the meantime, we did move in together. It was hard for both of us to live with your roomates, but you stood up for me in that. I remember the first time you said "I love you." For the first time I was not the one to say it. For the first time I didn't have to hint. It was natural for you. As I got into the car (I can't remember where I was going), you kissed me good-bye and said I love you. I stared at you. You stared back. We were both in shock, but it was the beginning of our lives as well as the beginning of our love.

And I still love you...