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Every year on their wedding anniversary, Fakir gave Ahiru a bouquet of flowers. The first one was carnations: yellow, pink, and red. He explained the tradition of anniversary gifts, how there was a different flower for every year, and why he chose those colors for her. "Yellow because the color always reminds me of you, pink because it's your favorite color, and red because it was the color of love." Ahiru treasured that bouquet and proudly displayed it in a vase on the mantle until the flowers were well past wilting, save for three she dried and pressed to keep forever.
The same thing happened the next year, when he gave her a bouquet of lily of the valley, one spray was kept as a keepsake while the rest were kept on display in their home until the flowers were well past wilted. Every year the tradition repeated: Fakir gave Ahiru a beautiful bouquet as he explained which flower was for the anniversary, what it meant, why he chose those colors, and Ahiru treasured every bouquet well past its prime.
One year Ahiru thought she wasn't going to get a bouquet, Fakir had been in an accident and had to go into surgery a few days before their anniversary. He was still in the hospital recovering on the day of, but he was going to live and that's all that concerned her. Ahiru put on Fakir's favorite dress, a sky blue sundress he said was the color of her eyes and was not at all suited to the chilly, winter weather, packed a basket full of home made goodies, and went to spend the day with her husband in the hospital. When she entered the room she was surprised to see a vase full of violet and yellow irises with white rosebuds sprinkled in between sitting proudly on his bedside table. She nearly dropped her basket in surprise.
"Fakir! How did you...?"
"You didn't think I would forget," he responded to her half asked question, managing to sound chiding and disappointed despite his voice being so weak.
"Of course not, you would never forget," She replied, trying to hold back her tears of happiness. She pulled out a small, velvet case and handed it to him. "I haven't forgotten either." He opened the case to find a pair of silver cuff links. They sat and talked until a nurse came and declared visiting hours over, Ahiru promising to visit again the next day as she bid farewell, vase full of flowers tucked protectively into her arms.
This year he handed her a bouquet of yellow roses in full bloom sprinkled among dainty violets. Ahiru smiled as buried her face happily into the bouquet while Fakir explained: "I found there were actually two recommendations depending on who you asked, so I put in both. It seems silly for one anniversary to be specifically a yellow version of a previous anniversary flower, but I thought it'd look good with the violets. Roses, as you already know, speak of love. Violets speak of loyalty, devotion, and faithfulness."
"They're beautiful Fakir, thank you." They shared a kiss before Ahiru buried her face in the bouquet once more, enjoying their pretty scent.
"There is one more thing, I can't find any other anniversary guides for flowers. I won't have any traditions to tell you anymore."
"Then we'll just have to start our own traditions," Ahiru replied matter-of-factually, tucking the bouquet into the crook of her arm and taking Fakir's hand with her free hand.
Fakir smiled back at his wife, twining their fingers together as they sauntered hand in hand over a bridge that once pestered anyone who crossed it with endless questions. "We've always been rather good at making our own traditions," he agreed. Together they relived another tradition of theirs, taking a tour of the not so little town they had once saved.