My husband is off visiting his mother and brother in San Jose, CA this weekend. Since I can no longer eat pizza, which means I can’t treat myself while he’s gone, hubby brought home a primrose, a live flower.

I still remember the first flowers that he gave me; a pot of yellow daisies. He’s always given me live flowers, which includes an african violet that’s going on five years now. The only cut flowers he’s ever given me have always come from his garden.

This is what makes him so special to me.

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