Last week, I came home from visiting my friend Bobbi and I found a bouquet of roses in the kitchen that my sweetie had bought me while I was away. I had no idea that he’d done it, and he didn’t mention a thing. I found them when I opened the door to the kitchen to start dinner. They’re gorgeous. Now that it’s several days later, they’re in full bloom and even more beautiful.
I don’t know what I did to deserve them, but whatever it was, I’m glad I did.
