It's a tradition of my husband to send me red roses for my birthday. I always make the biggest scene when the delivery man rings our door bell. Lots of jumping up and down and mega smiles. He (my husband not the delivery man) is so thoughtful and romantic, I have to show my appreciation in the most dramatic way possible.
P.S. I actually turned 36 yesterday, but the florist informed my husband that it's bad luck here in Italy to gift the actual number in birthday years of flowers when it's an even year. Although I'm not very superstitious, it's always fascinating to learn new ones. 35 or 36, these roses are stunning!