So I love Gladiolas. I am not sure why, but they capture a part of me other flowers can't. Believe it or not I haven't made a huge deal about Gladiolas. Whenever I have received flowers from my dad (and it's been pretty frequent) I usually get roses or daises. I am happy to receive them whatever the occasion. Apparently he was listening when I said how much I love Gladiolas because when he was at Lowe's getting supplies for his garden he picked up some Gladiola bulbs and proceeded to plant them in a "secret" place. So imagine my surprise when he took me over to the flower bed and there were Gladiola buds about to erupt. I love how he thought of me and how beautiful they are. Next year he plans on planting tons more because they turned out so wonderful this year. I love my Dad and will always remember the Daddy Daughter Dates and the flowers he grew for me.
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