For When I Forget I Married My Soulmate

This post is for me. To document that sometimes my husband brings me flowers. Probably the right amount of times. Not enough for it not to mean anything when he does. Enough to let me know he understands. These were because I had to miss the football game. (And because I had a tough, lonely week). They were even rainforest alliance certified and some of the proceeds go to the Susan G Komen foundation. He really does "get" me. He raked leaves today and he's playing with the kids outside right now, and even the dog. He edited my awful paper last night. He is a great husband in a thousand ways, and this is for when I start focusing on dirty socks lying around and other trivial irritations.