All About Daisies

When I was a child this little game is what I loved about daisies.  Pull off a petal and say “loves me”, toss the petal away. Pull off another petal and say “loves me not”. Repeat until you are down to the last petal that tells your fortune.  We spent hours ruining daisies until we got the fortune we wanted. After I became interested in math I would count the petals first, then I knew how to get my desired outcome.

I don’t pluck petals off of daisies anymore because I know he loves me.  47 years so far. I know there were times when I wasn’t very likable, but he still loved me. This week I asked him to take me on a date so I could wear my new size 10 dress (a first for me). I felt like a real princess (not the Disney type) and he treated me like one. We had a lovely brunch of outstanding food on a sunny summer day overlooking Lake Michigan. How perfect is that!

He is more proud of me now that I have lost 50 pounds, but he loved me all through the process. He loved me all during my fat years, through my depressions and my ugliest days and as I have become an aging woman. How lucky am I!  He doesn’t need to pluck daisy petals either because he knows I love him with all my heart and being. My heart sings as I write this. I am a very fortunate (older and thinner) woman.