…brought me these three bouquets from Krogers:
I later made two vases of them. One with just the little pinks and the other with the purples and yellows.
Saturday night we were all snuggly in bed and my husband whispers, "I miss you so much."
"I miss you more," I say.
"That is not possible."
"Yes it is! You're at home missing me being there with you," I explained. "I'm here missing you and being home with with you."
"I win," I say much louder and we both laughed.
A moment of quiet passes.
"Remind me to blog about this tomorrow," I whispered.
He laughs and holds me closer.