Friday, March 16, 2012
Another Interesting Day At Work
But we did. We chose white flowers with a touch of green, French roses. Filler flowers, baby's breath, ferns, in a circle which I tied with ribbon and then cut and wrapped the stems in white satin ribbon. Everything worked out like a charm. Like some higher power was making it work.
Because, as Paul Harvey used to say, here's the rest of the story. The wedding was being held at the groom's deathbed. They had been partners for 20 plus years but the groom had decided it was time to make his love, his wife. The customer at the cooler was the groom's daughter. She wasn't sure, but she thought the bride should have a bouquet.
I was so glad that hours earlier I had decided to be happy at work instead of grumpy.