I was once asked what my reaction would be if Hubby gave me flowers for no apparent reason.
Would I be worried?
Would I be shocked?
Would I accuse him of a guilty conscience?
I stunned the person asking the question by saying ‘Thank You’ and getting a vase.
Valentine’s Day is for romantics, and I’m one of them, but I don’t need flowers to know he loves me.
It’s the little things he does each and every day, the most important being he is there first thing in the morning and last thing at night.
He tells me he loves me every day, even when I’ve been at my most crabby.
He looks after me, whether I’m ill or not, and spoils me rotten just because he feels like it.
And as for flowers? He buys them because he thinks I’d like some.
Sure, I’ve had some today, a beautiful card and some naughty stuff in the chocolate line.
We are even going to treat ourselves to a chinese takeaway tonight.