Before our wedding, I spent hours, no days researching the kinds of flowers I wanted in my bouquet. I sent seven different orders to my florist. That was kind of embarrassing.
I finally chose cream roses, sahara roses, white hydrangea, star of bethlehem, and ranunculus
I feel like these flowers describe me.
They were perfect for the best day of my life.
I hung them to dry and they've shrunk in a very unattractive way.
I'm really sad about that.
They were my 'me flowers'.
I'll always remember them this way, however: