Friday night, after working a 59 hour week, the Usual Suspect could have come straight home, propped up their feet and with complete justification said, "What's for dinner?"But instead, my sweetheart came through the door with my favorite soda and a bouquet of brightly colored flowers. (There was also a card, but if I go there I'll start to get all mushy again.)
Being remembered is such a nice feeling.
yes, it is! These flowers are beautiful--the sentiment behind them, even more so...
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well-wishes,
me