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Author: Cory H.2 Feb
Would you like to send flowers to your wife for free? Do you want to be seen as the champion Good Husband who orders flower delivery for his beautiful bride at work? I hold in my hands the power to give a lucky few of you (five, actually) a $70 gift certificate for Proflowers.com - just in time for Valentine’s Day!!
How to Win Free Flowers for Your Wife
A Good Husband is all about helping you become the best husband you can be. So much good advice comes from the community that I thought I would invite you, the reader, to share some of your best romance advice.
In the comments below, tell the rest of us husbands what is the most romantic thing you’ve ever done for your wife. The story can be as long or as short as you like, but make sure you tell us what you did and how she reacted. Don’t wait, do it now, because contest entries received after midnight on Wednesday February 4th will not be eligible to win. Be sure to give a real email address so I can contact you.
Win Free Flowers If You Are A Wife
Ladies are eligible too. If your husband is too shy to visit the site and tell us all about how great he is, then give us a little blurb and we’ll consider you entered in the contest.
Readers will vote on the Most Romantic Stories
Make sure you tell your story well. I will be selecting the top 10 - 15 stories and putting the contest to a reader vote. The top five stories will receive $70 worth of flowers from Proflowers.com. Guys, keep in mind that about half of the people who visit this site are women - mostly wives.
Voting will begin the morning of February 5th and continue through midnight on the 6th. Winners will be announced on the site on the 8th and notified by email. Be sure to subscribe to the site (it’s free) so that you can find out who won! If you want to read the stories, subscribe to the comments and you’ll receive those as they’re updated.
Other Ways to Win Free Flowers for your Wife
Proflowers has been exceptionally generous this Valentine’s Day Season and is giving away flowers through other outstanding websites as well. Here is a list of the other sites also giving away free flowers:
- You Served Military Blog
- Daddy Forever
- At Home Dad
- Patrick Says
- Building Camelot
- Art of Manliness
- Ploomy
There are several other sites participating in the giveaway, but you should be able to get going with those few. I highly recommend all of them.
Come back tomorrow and the next day to read some of the stories, and to get some great advice on how to pick flowers for your wife after you win the contest!
UPDATE: The contest ended in February 2009 and is closed to new entries.
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I need to win flowers to send to Mr. Weasel. He is an amazing husband and father and done many caring and sweet things for me over 17 years. The story that I will give you. A few years back, while playing in the yard with the kids, I lost my engagement ring. It flew off my finger and was gone. I was beyond distraught. I was completely unconsoleable. He brought a metal detector home from work. No Luck there. We searched for weeks on end, nothing. It was an itty bitty diamond and not very expensive, but it was special and it was mine. During the month or so of scouring the yard, Mr. W had contacted the small mom and pop jeweler that was states away, where he has purchased the ring. He had them look up the exact specks and to custom make a replacement for me. This was a small fortune of disposable income that I would have never spent on myself. When it was ready and arrived he gave it me and said that he had to because it broke his heart to see me cry. Of course, I immediately started crying. It still wasn’t ‘my ring’, but was given to me with even more love than the the original was.
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I dunno if it’s insanely romantic, but I proposed to my wife on my knees in the ocean near Carlsbad, CA. Then the waves proceeded to knock me over and drag me under.
Each year, I’m finding it harder & harder to come up with surprises, but I always try to sneak some flowers, candy (always red M&Ms, her fave), and a nice card into her office on Valentine’s Day. And that’s not easy since we work in the same building and commute to work together every day. So I hafta sneak outta the house VERy early in the morning to drop all of that off and get back home before she’s up & out of the shower. Gonna be even more tricky this year with a kiddo to also worry about! Ack!
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The most romantic thing I ever did was probably my marriage proposal. We met while she was still in high school. We had been dating for a little more than a year and I was getting ready to move from Japan where we were stationed to Florida. I was going to be joining the military soon and wanted to propose to her.
I went out and purchased a ring that I carried with me everywhere, waiting for the opportunity to present it to her. One night, we were meeting with one of her church leaders to talk about the prospect of marriage and get some advice. Towards the end of the counseling, her church leader told me I had to promise that she would be around so she could see me propose. So, I got down on my knees right there in the living room and asked my wife of 14 years to marry me.
Now, I’ve done a lot of romantic things in the past 14 years, but nothing that has come close to the surprise of that evening. For example, last year I bought my wife a gift certificate to a local spa that covered one of every treatment offered. Little by little throughout the year I squirreled away money to afford it. I also gave her “gift certificates” good for “stress-free days” where I would get the kids ready for school, drop them off and pick them up, cook dinner, do laundry, and provide a foot massage. Being in the military, this is harder than it sounds because I don’t necessarily manage my own schedule.
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During our junior year of college, we had been going out for about three years already. (Met freshmen year at a play I went to for extra credit in a class; ended up meeting the love of my life, so that was a nice bonus ;).)
Freshman year, I did the normal “take out to dinner and buy flowers” routine, since it was the first time I was in a serious relationship during Valentine’s. Sophomore year, I upped it a bit by trying to make dinner (I had never cooked before in my life outside of heating up food in the oven), and made a pineapple chicken with seasoned lobster. It was delicious, but I made a HUGE mess in our kitchen and my roommate and I were stuck cleaning the next day for two hours just to get the stove and counters cleared of debris. (So he politely asked I didn’t try cooking again the following year.)
I had no idea what to do junior year, especially since I was so busy with work and classes that I didn’t have time (or remember) to schedule a dinner somewhere. I also didn’t want to try to cook anything too fancy (ended up just grilling steaks and veggies), due to the whole “kitchen looked like a warzone” after effect. Then I remembered how for her birthday she had wanted an ice cream cake, but no where near our campus sold them. (No Cold Stone in the area in those days.)
Being a guy who was sure I could make it on my own, I went to the store, bought some heart-shaped disposable cake pans, and made some strawberry cake. At the same time, I bought strawberry ice cream, melted it a bit so it was mushy, and decided to pour THAT into the other heart tray so I could have a layer of ice cream under/above the cake.
Unfortunately, I severely underestimated how cold molding frozen ice cream with your bare hands could be, and how long it would take. After I finally filled it up and put it in the freezer to solidify it, I realized I couldn’t feel two of the fingers on my left hand at all. I was living with a med student, so he knew what to do thankfully and I didn’t have to go to the hospital; just had to take care of it in the apartment.
The result was a very good (and dangerous) strawberry ice cream cake (with pink frosting, naturally) and a minor case of frostbite in my left pinky. But hey, she liked it!
To this day I don’t think I’ve told her that making the cake resulted in me freezing my finger. Part of it is because I didn’t want her feeling guilty, and part of it is just my own pride of not wanting to tell someone I almost lost a finger by playing with ice cream and baking a cake.
I would love to send a gift to my husband and make sure it is when he is at a certain place he hangs with his friends and helps out so he feels so bad he forgot Valentines and others see what a schmuck he is–seriously he is amazing except for helping around the house, with the kids, with the dogs, with gift shopping- well he is good in bed..yaya we will say that- especially when he is sleeping and is having a snoreless night- then he is rocking my socks off because I am having peaceful dreams.
Really if I won this I would give the certificate and tell my husband surprise the heck out of me..because he is a veteran we are on a tight budget and this would boost his ego if he could pick out or personalize something and afford something besides half price candy the day after. I love him to pieces but I know there is no money in the budget to do anything like buy flowers and have them sent. Our anniversary is the week after so he could tie the two together and really win me over with something!
I’m not the best person to ask, so I posed the question to my wife. She said the love letters I used to write her before we were married and the first time we drove down to see her parents are at the top of her list.
Before we were married, I used to write her (hand written letters, not emais) regularly because she went to college in a town an hour and half away, and I miss her. To me, the most romantic things we do now is our together time before falling asleep at night. This is “our” time! No distractions from school, work, TV, internet…just her and me. It could be anywhere between 10min to 2hrs, depending on how tired we are; but we have it every night, and it is something I always look forward to. We talk about how our day went, what our favorite parts of the day was, serious discussion as we working through differences, or frivolous chats on random topics. This is a daily ritual that has brought us closer and deeper in love. I still do write her when I don’t see her for a while; my wife said something I wrote (email this time) a few days ago left sweet memories, but she couldn’t remember what it was now.
As for the first time we went to see her parents, it was very memorable. The drive down to Southern Oregon from Portland takes 4 hours. That first trip took us 8, and it seemed to fly by. We talked the whole time down, totally enthralled with each other as we shared our life’s experiences with each other. When we stopped at a little beach in Newport, we sat huddled together wrapped in a blanket, and I sang “I Can’t Take My Eyes Off You” to her. Ahhhh, the good times! We got engaged a week after that!
For our twentieth anniversary, I struggled to come up with the perfect gift. Like that can be done. Better keep the receipt.
I can honestly say, “I came close”. I was rummaging in a bathroom drawer and found a bent and sad promise ring that I had given my, now, wife before we were actually engaged. It was missing one of three (fake) stones, had scratches and a good sized dent.
I took the ring to a local jeweler and asked to have the ring “fixed”. We have three children, and I thought that having the birthstone of each placed in the settings might be a good touch. The ring looked brand new when I retrieved it, but the jeweler promised that the base metal was from the original and it looked the same, except for the new stones.
I feel that every anniversary should be special, but the last three haven’t matched the glow and warmth of that day. It is one of the best memories I will ever have.
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She was not talking to her mom for a week because of a big fight. So I sent her flowers, and labeled the card from her mom. She called her mom that day and they made up. She never found out it was me. Ahhhhhhh.
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On the way to church on Sunday I was in NO MOOD for happiness and sunshine. My husband started playing “I Spy” with the little kid. After about four rounds he said
“I spy something pretty”
My kid said “MOM’S HAIR?”
“No, but close”
“MY MOM?”
“Yep. Your mom’s pretty.”
“Yeah I already knew that dad.”
My ice queen attitude of the day melted.
Quickly.
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Good afternoon to all!
I have to share two stories because I can’t choose between the two.
1) My wife and I dated clear through high school. Each year, while we were dating, we’d go hiking in southwest Ohio. One year, I decided it was time to pop “the question”, so I went out and bought a ring. Now, you have to understand that I don’t like going into high-end jewelry stores because all the sales people are just trying to make a commission on my purchase. I looked around for a long time, eventually finding the perfect little ring with a heart shaped diamond on it. I bought the ring and we went off for our yearly hike. I went off the trail behind a big rock to find a place to get a good picture of myself horsing around. Well, I crawled out from under an opening in the rock, told her to take a picture, and pulled the ring out from behind my back. She said yes and we’ve been married for almost 9 years now. It’s been an amazing 9 years!!
2)A couple years ago, I printed off about 30 valentines cards. I would lay one somewhere in the house for each day leading up to Valentine’s Day. Then, on Valentine’s Day, I hid all the remaining cards throughout the house and in her car. She was finding these valentines for weeks. It was a joy each day to see her reaction to the reminder that I love her every day of my life!
The most romantic thing I can currently think of is heading out to find an open store for Advil at 2 in the morning on our wedding night. Why is this romantic you ask? It’s not; it is more hopeless, as I am hopeless. Why Advil you ask? Because her butt was killing her from when I dropped her dancing which also caused her dress to fly up due to the poofy under dress exposing her to the entire wedding party. This fiasco was one of the few times (which I can count on one hand) she has gotten me to dance due to my almost fatal lack of rhythm. That was seven years and one day ago, that’s right we got married on Groundhog Day (02/02/02) mainly so I will never forget our anniversary. Again vote for me as I am hopeless, and need all the help I can get.
I am probably the least romantic person my wife has ever met. I have given romance a shot by surprising her with a proposal in a restaurant on the top floor of a downtown sky scraper and by asking a stranger in the mall to deliver her flowers (because I was too cheap to pay the flower delivery guy). I also told her I had lost her diamond ring that was given to her by her favorite aunt so that I could have it remade (not a smart decision). Since I don’t have much of a chance of winning flowers, I think I’ll relay a story of what not to do to be romantic.
Two years after my wife and I were married, I was given some coupons by a windshield replacement company for two free dinners from a local Mexican restaurant. I chose the windshield company because their advertisement offered two free dinners with the replacement of a windshield.
One night I decided to take my wife to dinner for Mexican–her favorite. We arrived at the restaurant and I showed the hostess my coupons. The hostess informed me that the coupons could not be used at the same time. This meant that one meal would be free, and that I would have to pay for the other. To understand the story, you have to understand that my biggest pet-peeve is misleading advertising. After I protested to the hostess that the advertisement and coupons were misleading, I demanded that my wife and I be sat at two separate tables. My wife and I were sat back-to-back at two adjacent booths. My wife was furious and she still hasn’t forgiven me six years later. Here is her rendition of the story: http://mooshinindy.com/2008/01/30/cheapness-doesnt-pay/. So, my advice for how to be romantic, is to not let your sense of pride and cheapness get in the way.
My wife is probably going to read this, so I’ll just want to tell her that I love her.
The most romantic thing was actually the day I proposed. It began with a weekend trip to Florida (condo on the beach). I began the morning by making breakfast (heart shaped pancakes, whole grain because that is important to her)) for her and serving it on the balcony, overlooking the Gulf of Mexico. During breakfast, I presented her with a handwritten original poem, that read,”Moments with you are treasures, while moments without you are passages of time filled with the memory of your smile.” She responded by telling me how sweet I am and said I was going to make her cry. I suggested a beach walk after breakfast. She agreed. As we were walking she remarked , ” The ocean is so beautiful today.” I replied, “Everything is more beautiful when I can share it with you.” She smiled and as always my stomach actually fluttered.
I had paid the gentleman who rents beach loungers extra to preserve a “spot” on the beach for me. As we approached this area,hand in hand, I begin to explain how forever was really not long enough to express the love I felt for her. We stopped and I gazed into her eyes and told her I loved her and how my life was complete the moment I laid eyes on her and how my dreams were surpassed when she first told me she loved me. I further explained how everyday I thanked God for letting me know such joy. I than gently turned her around and in the sand (where I had written it earlier) were the words, “Sheila. will you marry me? She said yes!!!!!!! I gave her a beautiful diamond ring and I have been the happiest man alive going on ten years now!
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My husband seems to be a reserved, conservative, quiet man. Behind that facade is a volcano of passion. After almost 30 years of marriage, he still knocks me off my feet.
One Christmas I could hardly wait for Christmas vacation(I am a teacher and at that time I was at an inner city high school, rough, rough, rough). During the last day of school I received a beautiful Christmas bouquet. The card read,
“Act 1″ signed, “With all my love, George.” That night when I got home he had arranged to have our twins out of the house for the night.
The dining room was set up with our best china and candlelight. A beautiful card was on my plate. On the envelope it read “Act 2.” He had prepared a complete gourmet meal and baked my favorite chocolate pecan pie, serving it with lit sparklers.
After dinner we retired to the bedroom. I could see twinkling lights blinking from the hallway On the bedroom door was a sign that read “Act 3.” I found a beautifully decorated tree in our bedroom and romantic Christmas music playing.
I was overwhelmed with all the care and attention he had put into surprising me. Now that is what I call romantic. We both enjoy the memory of that night. As Shakespeare once wrote, “The play is the thing.” Our play of love is still running and I know our love will never close.
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Okay, I was torn on which story to post, but think that I’m going to go with the proposal.
Ever since we re-met (post-college) at the parish church where we grew up, we always went to 10 PM Sunday night Mass at SLU College Church together. (Well, until we had kids, at least.)
On Sunday, December 14, 2003, I had invited family and friends alike to meet us at 10 PM Mass. They all knew. She didn’t.
We spent the day together… hiking at a local state park, eating at a favorite restaurant…
Finally, we ended up at SLU College Church at about 9:00. We both went to the Sacrament of Reconciliation, then as we were both praying before the Blessed Sacrament, I knelt down on one knee and told her that I was certain of two things in the world: My love for God, and my love for her. And I asked her to marry me.
Thank God for her yes! And thank God that we were then joined (she was surprised) by so many family & friends to attend 10 PM Mass with us in our favorite little worship community.
You can read the whole story… from both of our points of view here if you are interested:
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Well, Im actually hoping to get this gift for my parents. I am a 20 year old girl in the navy. I have been living at home until I ship out on Feb 24th. My parents have been very supportive. My step-dad is a hard worker who has supported my mom and siblings all our life even though a few of us aren’t his. I do my best to help around the house, but I really want to send them a gift before I leave so they know how much I love them. This year, my parents are my valentine!
It was not long after I had met my wife to be that I left a surprise supper at her apartment.My offering was just that as I did not know her well enough to have reliable knowledge as to what would be the best food to woo her with. I was forced to rely on bits of information that she had let fall on those occasions where we had either eaten or shopped together. Aside from a spare key to her apartment I had no real resources aside from a cook book or two and some time squeezed out of a busy legal career. Mid-way through the food prep I distinctly realized that some poor guesses about the menu could be a real set back to our relationship as it could reveal some poor listening or inept cooking. However “faint heart n’er fair lady won”. I quietly left her a home baked pie with her name etched on the crust, and a note that informed there was pasta in the oven and Haagen Daz in the freezer. While leaving the food I could not help but notice there were some dishes that needed washing and I took care of that because I cared greatly for her. I wanted her to come home and have a decent meal without tedious chores to ruin her evening . I wanted to create a mood in her home that made her feel that she was not alone in the world, even if she had to dine alone that night.
It worked out well as we have since wed. I still cook pasta, try to keep Haagen Daz in the fridge and do dishes. And Natasha has never made feel alone in the world.
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Jude!
He didn’t just leave me a note and some food. It was the timing of it all and the setting that made it romantic.
Here are some relevant details you need to know:
1. I was constantly locking myself out of my apartment. I don’t know how a person forgets their keys so easily. Like, how dumb do you have to be? So, Jude had keys to my apartment because I often had to call him to come let me in.
2. I was renovating my apartment. It was a bachelor apartment and I was just so forward-thinking to think I could pull off the carpet and redo the hardwood floors. Well, it started because my cat had torn up the carpet by the door. And when I pulled back the carpet it revealed beautiful hardwood floors from 1904. So, I went gung ho and ripped up all the carpet only to find that as I got further back, some of the wood was water damaged and the rest was painted with three layers of what was probably lead paint. I tediously worked to scrape it off (because I didn’t know anything about proper lead paint removal) and all this in a BACHELOR apartment. Which meant that I had to move stuff back and forth. My cat got sick from licking her fur and ingesting lead paint, very likely, so Jude took her in. (He also later drove from Ontario to Alberta, in a 3-day Uhaul trip, with my cat, to bring her to me when we both moved out here at separate times.)
3. I was busy at the time being in school, working part time for a law office, and rehearsing for a city production of West Side Story.
4. That night that he left me the meal, I really didn’t feel like going to rehearsal. I was tired. I was depressed. I hadn’t had supper.
5. When I came home I found a rhubarb pie on top of my ironing board, yes with my name etched in it. Because if you listen to Garrison Keillor’s Prairie Home Companion, you know that one little thing can revive a guy (or girl) and that is a homemade rhubarb pie. Serve it up, nice and hot. Maybe things aren’t as bad as you thought. Momma’s little baby loves rhubarb, rhubarb… beebopareebob rhubarb pie. And Jude had once sang that song from the radio show while doing a little dance, IN THE GROCERY STORE for me.
SO. This wasn’t just any ol’ pie. This was a pie to revive a guy (or girl, as the case was). This was a pie with a song and a grocery store dance attached. This was a pie with so much symbolism attached. In fact, rhubarb pie has come to symbolize our marriage and Garrison Keillor who helped bring us together.
6. It wasn’t just a note to let me know that there was Haagen-Daz (my favourite ice cream at the time– now it’s a competition between HD and Ben & Jerry’s OF COURSE) in the freezer and a homemade pasta meal in the oven. It was a love letter to tell me how dear I am, how special, how he knew I’d get through this tough time.
7. I had no idea that he cleaned up at all. Think about that. That’s pretty embarrassing. Because it means that my house was messy enough that I didn’t even notice. He also just mentioned that he had done this two other times. What?! We’ve been married 10 years and he tells me this now. That’s hilarious.
Natashas last blog post..I’m checking out, folks, after a very, very bad day broke the camel’s back.
And I forgot to add that after I moved all my stuff to a nearby vacant apartment, Jude later lugged a 10000 lbs (give or take some) sanding machine, that he rented and paid for, up to my apartment and redid those floors for me.
He’s always been my hero, fixing my mistakes.
Natashas last blog post..I’m checking out, folks, after a very, very bad day broke the camel’s back.
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I would love to win flowers, to send to my wife. She means everything to me. I am currently deployed in Afghanistan, and she most certianly deserves a suprise. Thinking about it I try to be as romantic as possibe so there are a few times..The most romantic time would have to be when it was our one year anniversary, and I wanted something really special. I reserved a room in a special quiet place i knew she would enjoy it, where it would be just the two of us…I drove up the day before and set up the room, I placed roses in a path to the diffrent things I set up for her.. as soon as she entered the door I had one that said go to the bedroom and slip into her swim suit and hoop into the heart shaped hot tub, filled with bubble bath, placed on the side was a card and another rose that told her about how i feel about her and how happy i was that she was in my life since it was our one year. Attached to the rose it said please wait and enjoy your bubble bath, Im cooking you dinner..When dinner was done I went to get her and started a nice cozy fire, and placed dinner on the glass dinner table placed infront of the fire place, candles surrounded us as we sat and sipped champage , she got excited to know whatelse was going on, i said before you get to excited lets enjoy dessert, as she ate her chocolate covered strawberries, she looked at me and said wow theres something hard in this one, she pulled it out of her mouth and and put it in to the glass of champage to wash it off.. i took the ring got on one knee and asked to marry me.. She means the world to me and always will.. she deserves a good valentines day.. thank you.. Erik
I will never forget one special night with my husband… we did not have children yet… but had been married for about 6 years… I was just cooking dinner… cleaning up the kitchen… all the normal evening chores… and he was in the living room… he turned off the TV, turned on one of my favorite CDs, James Taylor…. and just came up behind me… turned off dinner… took me in his arms and we danced… in the kitchen… in each others arms… just held each other close… it only lasted for a song or two… but it was such a welcome break to our daily routine driven lives… We now have 2 wonderful children and have been married for almost 15 years… he is a very hardworking man… he is in the Air Force and he sacrifices a lot for our family… I would love to win these flowers for him… just to show him that true love is here… it is not in the material things we don’t have… it is in our hearts every day… even when we are apart…
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