A Gift

My dear gentle man came home from last night with a dozen red roses for me. Sweet as can be he came in with the Gatorade, and some ginger ale, then popped out the door again rather quietly and returned, hands behind his back and a grin from ear to ear. Roses for me. I love that man so much ! I sure hope I am all better by the 8th of this month, its our 30th anniversary.

"God gave us our memories so that we might have roses in December." - J. M. Barrie