{"id":44,"date":"2025-09-29T12:11:25","date_gmt":"2025-09-29T12:11:25","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/christianregency.com\/blog\/?p=44"},"modified":"2025-09-29T12:11:25","modified_gmt":"2025-09-29T12:11:25","slug":"scattered-petals","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/vanessariley.com\/blog\/2025\/09\/29\/scattered-petals\/","title":{"rendered":"Scattered Petals"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Tammy here.<\/span><\/p>

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What is re<\/span>al romance? Is it roses and chocolates, Diamonds and furs? Does the more money he\u00a0<\/span>spends on you measure how much he loves you?<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n


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I remember back in the beginning of my marriage I just wanted my husband to give me thoughtful gifts. He hated buying for me because he didn\u2019t think he could please me. He couldn\u2019t understand I only wanted him to put some thought in the selection. I love to give gifts. Buying just the right gift for my family and friends is a joy for me. For others like my husband it is a hated chore.<\/span><\/div>\n


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I told my husband more than once Roses are nice but it would mean more to me if you picked me wild flowers. I spent a lot of frustrated years trying to get him to understand it\u2019s not the gift, it\u2019s the thought behind it.<\/span><\/div>\n


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In the early days of our marriage Western clothes and accessories were in. (Dating myself here). We had just left a western store filled with beautiful clothes and jewelry. He was complaining about not knowing what to get me for Christmas. I told him, \u201cAnything you pick out for me in this store I will love.\u201d Can you see my mistake?<\/span>\u00a0I couldn\u2019t wait for Christmas. Imagine my surprise when I opened the box with the western store\u2019s logo and found, not a long flowing white skirt to wear with my boots or a set of silver earrings with a bracelet to match, but a belt buckle with my initial on it. I tried not to let him see my disappointment because I didn\u2019t want to hurt his feelings. I am sure you all have similar stories.<\/span><\/div>\n


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\"\"I am happy to say it only took twenty years to finally make him understand. For years I got roses for Valentine\u2019s Day or my Birthday. They were nice, but where\u2019s the thought in that? \u00a0Then one year in October on my birthday I came home from work to find Black Eyed Susan petals (my very own special birthday flowers from God every year) scattered in a path from my front door to the kitchen table leading to a mason jar filled with a bouquet of the yellow flowers. It didn\u2019t matter I had to clean up the twigs and leaves scattered over the floor. It was the best birthday ever and he was so proud of himself.<\/span><\/div>\n


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For Christmas that year he stayed on a roll. He bought me a sleeping bag. Don\u2019t laugh. It was neon green, my favorite color. So far that is the best Christmas gift I\u2019ve received from him. He has bought me diamonds and roses and many other expensive gifts over the years and I do love them but the most romantic memories will always be of scattered petals and a bright green sleeping bag, because he finally stepped out of his comfort zone and thought to himself, I think she\u2019ll like this.<\/span><\/div>\n


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Originally posted 2012-02-15 10:00:00. <\/small><\/p>

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Tammy here. What is real romance? Is it roses and chocolates, Diamonds and furs? Does the more money he\u00a0spends on you measure how much he loves you?\u00a0 I remember back in the beginning of my marriage I just wanted my husband to give me thoughtful gifts. He hated buying for me because he didn\u2019t think […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":7,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-44","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"aioseo_notices":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/vanessariley.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/44","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/vanessariley.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/vanessariley.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/vanessariley.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/7"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/vanessariley.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=44"}],"version-history":[{"count":9,"href":"https:\/\/vanessariley.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/44\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":110,"href":"https:\/\/vanessariley.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/44\/revisions\/110"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/vanessariley.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=44"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/vanessariley.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=44"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/vanessariley.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=44"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}