A moment wrapped in flowers ❤️❤️❤️

The sky was slightly cloudy, there was a strange touch of peace in the air. After a long time, I went out together with my husband and daughter. This short one-day walk in the middle of a busy life was like oxygen for our family. That day, we went a little outside the city where there were fewer crowds, more trees and a kind of rural beauty. As I was walking on the street, Mira was screaming happily at the sight of the birds, and seeing that innocent smile on her face filled my heart with joy. Suddenly, I saw a small flower shop on the side of the road. Although the shop was quite simple, the flowers arranged in front of it bloomed as if they were smiling on their own. Roses, marigolds, asters, and all kinds of flowers seemed to come to life in the hands of the shopkeeper.

I stopped for a moment, looking at that shop, I remembered my anniversary. That day, my husband gifted me a wonderful bouquet of flowers. That bouquet decorated with red roses was like a silent expression of his love. I took that bouquet with tears in my eyes that day. And I thought to myself that maybe love is hidden in small moments that are not spoken. Standing in front of the flower shop, it seemed like the reflection of that very moment had come back to me. Mira came and said, Mom, shall we buy a flower? Isn't it very beautiful? I smiled a little and said, "Haven't we made one that you will remember?" The shopkeeper was an old man with glasses in his eyes and a huge smile on his face. We said, "Make a beautiful bouquet of flowers for love and family."

He carefully selected the flowers and made such a bouquet that the memories of love and peace were mixed in the colors of each flower. I was stunned to see that bouquet decorated with red roses, white lilies, yellow small flowers with unknown names. My husband looked into my eyes and smiled lightly and said, "Do you think that old moment has come back again?" I nodded my head. Yes, that feeling again.

It seems that some love never gets old. Mira was smiling at the bouquet then and she said, "We will take it home, mom, and keep it in your and your father's room." I hugged Mira. This is the real happiness of life. Family, love, and some small but priceless moments. Leaving the flower shop that day, it felt like we were taking with us not just flowers, but also some joy, some memories, and immense love.