The day Mr. Hope sent flowers for no particular reason.
Other than to make me smile and love him more.
Please forgive me and my messy desk. After I took this picture, I cleaned it up.
Actually, my husband sent these to me for a very good reason. Because I was having a hard week. I was dealing with a lot emotionally and he knew even though it was something I didn't have control over and something that I've had to deal with time and time again, that he had to just let me cry it out. And he did. The night before these flowers came. He just hugged me and let me vent my frustrations, even though he didn't see why I was so mad over something that really means nothing, in the whole scheme of things.
It was really nice, and even though I teared up at my desk, it made me feel better. And it reminded me that everything will be fine. What is bothering me now will pass and things will be okay.
I love that man and I'm so glad he's mine.