What most people don’t know is that Williamson either sent or brought me flowers literally once a week from the day we got married—November 1, 2010. In the beginning, they were simple store-bought bouquets or single roses, but as his many successes unfolded, the weekly deliveries became “whatever he felt like sending” from his partner in crime, our local florist—and sometimes even to the random places I happened to be. He had already warned me to be prepared for a house filled with “50 arrangements for his birthday girl” the week before my birthday, since we were supposed to be getting on a plane to Switzerland on my actual birthday.
Catherine, there will be SO many flowers that you won’t be able to walk through this house.
So I just counted, and you WON’T believe how many arrangements are in this house.
Yup. THERE ARE 50!
In the foyer. In the kitchen. In the bathrooms. In our bedroom. Everywhere. They’re EVERYWHERE!
Thank you to everyone who unknowingly became cohorts in his “50 arrangements for my birthday girl” plan. I feel surrounded by both love and so many beautiful ironies today in the midst of all this grey.
And if I should fall, will it all go away?
No, my king. It shall never go away.
I’ve been kissed by a rose on the grey.
KISS FROM A ROSE
There used to be a greying tower alone on the sea. You became the light on the dark side of me. Love remained a drug that’s the high and not the pill. But did you know that when it snows my eyes become large and the Light that you shine can be seen? Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey. Ooh, the more I get of you, the stranger it feels, yeah. Now that your rose is in bloom, a Light hits the gloom on the grey. There is so much a man can tell you, so much he can say. You remain my power, my pleasure, my pain. Baby, to me, you’re like a growing addiction that I can’t deny. Won’t you tell me, is that healthy, baby? And if I should fall, will it all go away? I’ve been kissed by a rose on the grey. {Seal}
