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Dream Arrangements Dedicated to My Dream Maker Submitted by Elizabeth Valentine's Day is one of the busiest days of the year for a flower shop. After the deliveries were accomplished, there was a stack of orders for the High School dance the next evening. My workday started at 7:00am through a misty fog of snow; it would likely be after midnight before I returned home. Still, I felt like one of Cupid's little helpers, delivering all the tokens of affection one could possibly stuff into a limousine without damage. There were always some shop arrangements that were not made to order. Here the designers displayed some of the more exotic possibilities. They too, I'm afraid, grew tired of the elegant, but expensive traditional "dozen-red-roses-in-a-vase-with-baby's-breath." I always made an effort to arrive early to view these works of art before they could be purchased on Valentine's Day. In the cooler, that day was the most spectacular arrangement of tropical flowers I had ever seen. The very sight of them sent my soul to warm tropical beaches, suggesting stolen kisses in the moonlight surrounded by exotic plants, a million miles away from a cold February day in the Midwest. As I made delivery after delivery, I wondered about the fate of those beautifully bizarre flowers. Would anyone in our small town have the sense of romance and the courage needed to buy them? If so, I hoped I would get to deliver them so I can see who the lucky girl is. Afternoon passed into evening, boutoniers piled up with conversation. My mind kept drifting back to the unclaimed tropicals. I imagined them growing in their native Hawaii, with a dusting of moonlight as young lovers strolled by on their way to the beach. I suppressed my disappointment that I hadn't even had a phone call on this most mandatory of romantic days. True, we hadn't been seeing each other long, I didn't expect much, certainly not flowers. I had explained to him how busy this day would be for me, but I had expected at least a phone call or card. It was after midnight, the work finally done, when my boss asked me to make just one more delivery. I shrieked, "At this hour!?" "Well, I admit it's a bit unusual, but she worked second shift today and he didn't want her to get the flowers at work, he wanted them to be between the two of them. I knew we would be here late so I told him, just this once, we'd do it for him, I hope you don't mind." With a shrug, I gave in, for the sake of romance, "OK, so where do they go?" "I don't remember, the delivery tag is on them, I'm sure it's right on your way." When I opened the door to the delivery cooler, the last lonely arrangement on the shelf was, the tropicals, as I lifted the delivery tag, I realized the address was mine. Hawaiian dreams are now a Valentine's tradition for us.
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