The Giggling Truckers Wife Writes: roses

For some odd reason when I seen this BFF challenge I thought about the song painting the roses red from the Disney classic “Alice in Wonderland”! That crazy song has stuck in my head ever since.

Seriously though, what woman doesn’t like roses?? What woman in their right mind doesn’t wish some tall, dark and handsome prince charming type won’t ride up and present her with a dozen long stem red roses? Ahhhh! How romantic! It is straight out of a fairytale or romance novel. Does that kind of stuff really happen in real life?

To celebrate our first Valentine’s Day my husband arrived at my front door bearing gifts. Not only did he have a dozen red roses, but he also brought me a racy red negligee, a copy of the romantic movie “Ice Castles”, and a box of my favorite conversation hearts. Holy hell, I almost swallowed my tongue. Then for the piece ala resistance, he dropped to one knee and thrust a heart shaped diamond solitaire ring at me and asked me to marry him. I about died. It took me all of two seconds to say “YES”! Amazingly enough we are still happily married today.

While we were dating he never failed to surprise me with roses for absolutely no reason at all. I was spoiled and I loved it. As time marched on the roses have become fewer and farther between. Actually the old rose quota is down to nil. It is cool though. I don’t need roses to know my husband loves me. That isn’t to say I still don’t like them. What is not to like? They are beautiful, delicate, and they smell really good, forget all the meanings they suggest. Florists make a fortune selling roses this time of year, and because of it they jack up the price. In my husband’s defense, he did present me with a long stem chocolate rose wrapped in red foil for Valentines Day before heading back on the road. I can still take a satisfying whiff of it, but then I get to devour it and savor every single precious bite.

When I was growing up this elderly couple lived along the boundary of my folk’s property. The lady used to love that sweet smelling lotion called “Rose Milk”. She and her husband had to be close to ninety at the time and I used to go to her house and she would treat me to bread slathered with butter with a generous topping of sugar. One day she confided in me while offering me some Rose Milk for my hands that a little Rose Milk let her husband know she was in the “mood” for action. L0rd, have mercy!! I almost swallowed my tongue! I walked a little quicker past him on my home that day.

How can you truly describe the magical, mystical qualities of a rose? There is no other flower on the planet that screams “love” and “romance” quite like it. It must be why they are so sought after and cherished once received. There is no better way to say “I love you” than with a rose until next time when I give you another glimpse into the life of a trucker’s wife.