Im not sure if I am unique (as a man) in this way or not, but I love a bouquet of flowers.  Not being a recipient of them, but simply enjoying them.  The smell of them, the sight of them, the beauty of them.

I think Wegmans does a great job with their floral department.  At least the one near me does.  Whenever I walk into the store, I take note of the bouquets of flowers all arranged appropriately and put together perfectly for the holiday of the month or season.

Several years ago I noticed the same woman working in the department often.  As it turns out, she is the floral department manager.  One day I felt I had to share my admiration for the great job she did within her domain.  Always meticulous, always beautiful and always perfectly-presented.

As I told her how much I appreciated the wonderful and thorough job she was doing, I could see a small tear form in the corner of her eye. She smiled and thanked me, sweetly.  After I finished my short soliloquy, I asked her if she was ok.  As she wiped the tears from her eyes, she explained that she always felt she gave her all to her job, but wondered if anyone paid attention or noticed.  She hugged me and thanked me for giving her job meaning.

What we do always matters!  Be the bouquet in someone’s day.