"I love daisies too," she told him several nights after they first met. She wasn't sure why she blurted it out but it seemed normal thing to say considering conversation they were having. They were talking about "favorite things" way you do when you are trying to get to know someone. Small talk that keeps conversation flowing:
"My favorite color is green, 18 is my lucky number, and my favorite food is pizza." When she jokingly asked if he had a favorite flower he replied, "Nope, but my mom loves daisies." She brightened up immediately because daisies have long been one of her favorites and she was impressed that he knew what type of flower his mother liked best.
They began to spend more and more time with each other until their relationship seemed like a night in August; hot and steamy. Before long wedding bells rang and happy couple started their lives together as man and wife.
He loved to bring flowers home, usually roses but occasionally he would bring home mixed flowers or carnations. He never needed a holiday or special occasion, he did it because her expression never changed, she was always genuinely surprised by his thoughtfulness.
As with many marriages, it wasn't long before their home was filled with cries of a baby; a baby boy named after his father. Many floral arrangements were sent to happy mother to celebrate birth of her child, including two dozen long stemmed roses with a card that read, "Thank you for our son, I will always love you!"
The baby grew up quickly and before his parents could believe it, he was celebrating his fifth birthday. On day of his birthday, father pulled his son aside before his party started to have a "father~son" talk with him.