I finished John Kralik’s memoir, 365 Thank You’s, shortly before Valentine’s Day, that holiday extravaganza during which visions of treats and surprises burrow in the imagination of yours truly, a girl raised on fairy tales. Especially after reading about Kralik’s quest to recognize opportunities for gratitude and express appreciation, I made a conscious effort to temper wild fantasies of tickets to the south of France. In all honesty, it’s not hard to appreciate my life as-it-is and to rein in my wanderlust, but I do admit to a dream of returning to a favorite part of the world that is a perfect blend of the French aesthetic and sun-kissed Mediterranean lifestyle. But back to reality … On February 14th my own Mr. Wonderful brought home this bouquet — a bounty of brilliant color that just happens to match one of my father’s paintings that hangs in our living room!
A close-up of one area of the painting:
I have yet to start my own 365 Thank Yous project — it’s on The List — but in the meantime, I could not have been more tickled with my Valentine’s Day bouquet: I am grateful for a fresh look at dad’s painting, the brilliant happy colors of the flowers, and Mr. Wonderful’s deference to a romantic holiday.