The scent of love

Yesterday I was sorting laundry when I heard the back door open. I knew it was Aaron and so I yelled, "Bear?" And he answered, "Honey, come here." And so I ran to the back door to greet him because I had waited all day to be wrapped up in his arms since we had a b it of a disagreement the night before. I turned the corner to the back landing when I saw him, arm outstretched, holding a bouqet of flowers.

And THAT is why I married my husband.

This instance reminded my of when I was in modeling and was in a class when we were dating and I came out often to find flowers on the windshield of my car. Commence oohing and aaahing now, because my sweet sweet husband knew that the flowers would dry out by the time I came out of class and so he wrapped the end of the flowers with a couple wet paper towels....

And tinfoil.

So the sun boiled those flowers since it was the peak of the day I was in class.

::sigh:: but it's the thought right?