My husband brought me flowers this morning. Three beautiful red roses with baby's breath. He said he was looking for something, then headed outside, and took the car. When he came back he was carrying the flowers in the door.
I can count, possibly on one hand, the number of times he has gotten me flowers. It is always sweet, and loved when he does this. To think, we've been together about six and a half years, and he still likes to do little things for me. I makes my heart beat for him.
When I asked him why he decided to do this for me he said; I know you had a hard day yesterday, and I wanted to make you feel better.
Thank you my love for caring, and trying to make me better. I love you.