Yesterday I had a really bad day. Called my husband bemoaning my situation and what does he do? First he has an hour drive home, then he had an appointment at our old house about some work on the kitchen, but he still took time to stop and get me these:
Roses! Sigh. My favorite. Bad day, wonderful husband. He made my day. Really.
My husband got me roses the first Valentine’s Day we were together. I was working in Halifax and they were delivered to my door, while he was in Florida! Then on visits between Canada and the States he quite often had a rose on the seat of the car when he picked me up from the airport. Romantic man, eh? He doesn’t get me flowers often, but when he does he always surprises me. He said my sad, weary face yesterday lit up when I saw the roses. Then he told me he loves surprising me. Awww….While he and the roses brightened my day, I was not totally alleviated from my rough patch as the situation stayed on my mind late into the night and is still on my mind today. However, I do smile every time I look at these and stop to smell them, and I did enjoy taking pictures of them….except doing the top view because I am not tall enough to look down through the lense to get a decent photo!
Please note: These are actually grocery store roses and are doing wonderful so far. My husband is really picky about flowers and hates it when the roses do not open up! Then again, so do I!