David came home last night with his arms full of spring. A pot of daffodils, a pot of purple crocus (hopefully I can plant them out come thawing time) and three huge sunflowers in a deep, rich orange.
We don't do flowers, not really, but he'd remembered that I sounded wistful when I suggested getting some for his mum's birthday.
Sometimes I love him a little bit more than other times but it's always an awful lot.
Okay, schmoopy moment over :-)
We don't do flowers, not really, but he'd remembered that I sounded wistful when I suggested getting some for his mum's birthday.
Sometimes I love him a little bit more than other times but it's always an awful lot.
Okay, schmoopy moment over :-)