This past weekend my husband surprised me with a small bouquet of flowers. Colorful roses to be exact. He and I both know that roses are not my favorite flower but we also both know that what I favor more than the type of flower is the thought. Cliche, I know. But so true, right? What a delight. I may hear an "I love you" from him about two dozen times a day but when that phrase is accompanied with a cheerful bouquet, I must say it sounds even sweeter.
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| [They brightened my day and my bathroom.] |
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