It's not my birthday.
It's not our anniversary.
It's not a special day...just a regular day.
Three red roses...just...because.
For me.
From my love.
He thought of me.
He made a plan to stop on the way home from work.
He took the time.
He paid for them with money earned with his strong, gentle hands.
He carried them home on the seat of his truck.
He searched for the small vase to place them in.
He trimmed them to fit and filled it with water.
He put the vase on the dining room table...where I like to display flowers.
He waited for me to come home.
Red roses...for me.
Love.
How I love that smile that also twinkles in his eyes when he is pleased because I am pleased.
Three red roses from my love, to me!
My nothing special day just received an upgrade to something special.
My nothing special day just received an upgrade to something special.
Thank you Father for unexpected expressions of love and affection. Thank you for him. Thank you for a love that has grown deep over the years. Thank you for showing us early on that a marriage takes three. You, him, and me
And though a man might prevail against him who is alone, two will withstand him. A threefold cord is not quickly broken. Ecclesiastes 4:12
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