The fox with the flower reminds me of my sweet MM, who was so nervous on our first date, he could barely speak and sweated right through his shirt.
Have I told you the story of how he courted me for four months, only to be kicked to the curb when someone else swept me off my feet?
And how he got back on my dance card back nine months later, only to be kicked to the curb again when somebody else swept me off my feet?
And how when that guy showed his true colors, kicked me when I was down, and (thankfully) departed from my life, MM swooped back in, healed my broken heart, and finally, after two and a half years, claimed my heart?
I think the fox with the flower has that kind of devotion and persistence. I hope the other fox sees his true colors more quickly than I saw MM’s!