More Than Just A Kerr Jar

I love the Spring. I can't wait until the tulips finally start popping out from the ground, making their way towards the light. They are such a graceful and beautiful flower, in fact, they are my all time favorite flower. I don't remember how Ashton found that out, but when we were engaged, during the spring before we got married, every week Ashton would leave fresh handpicked tulips in a Kerr Jar at my door. I started to look forward to the different colored and sized Kerr Jars that I knew would await me at the end of every week or two. Spring came and went and the days of Kerr Jars and Tulips ended. Or so I thought. Yesterday, Valentines day, I came home from work/school and walked into the kitchen to find a Kerr Jar and Flowers with a card waiting for me on the table. It immediately took me back to those endearing moments when I would arrive home late from a frustrating and tiresome night of waitressing and find Tulips carefully place and patiently waiting in their jar for me at my door. In that instant I felt all of the butterflies and googlies(if that is a word) that come when two people are dating, but also the deep love that a wife has for her husband. The gesture was simple and small but complex and large in its meaning. Someday, years from now, when I am cleaning out a closet or reorganizing a basement and find the old jars and start to giggle and cry my children will know that they are more than just Kerr jars.