I love coming home to my husband, and last night I came home to some wild roses picked from the bush out front and a note.
I love that while I am the words person in our relationship, my husband is so much less afraid to express himself with them than I am.
We had been talking earlier (on the phone, during my dinner break), and I’d been telling him about a bunch of my ideas for what I might do to use the skills I have to make money. I’ve been feeling frustrated with my job, partly because I don’t think I’m all that good at it. I’m adequate, but it doesn’t play to my strengths.
Here is part of what he wrote:
Hey Lovely Wife,
I wanted tell you in a small note now what these set of flowers are. I found them tucked away from direct view but still getting plenty of sun and looking beautiful. I brought them in to tell that these beautiful roses are like your talents and skills. A bit chewed on and wrinkled but bright and clear. Radiant enough to be seen through thorns and storms.
I love him.