So, The Boy and I celebrated our 2nd anniversary this week. Actually, we didn’t really celebrate since he was out of town on a meeting that day, but we did get each other cards, and we plan to celebrate while we’re in Hawaii.
Call me shallow if you will, but I quite enjoy receiving flowers. I like the sentiment. They brighten up the space I put them in, and every time I see and smell them it makes me smile thinking about the person who gave them to me. I’m a shameless girly girl on that subject.
The Boy on the other hand, isn’t a fan. He’s given me a couple absolutely beautiful arrangements in the last 2 years, but he doesn’t really see the point in them. He also thinks it’s unfair that guys have to give girls flowers, but there’s no equivilent for what girls should give to guys.
So, this year he got flowers.
Be careful what you wish for my dear.
And just to make sure he couldn’t get me on a technicality, I added some baby’s breath to the bouquet for good measure before I gave it to him.
Here’s your flowers sweetheart; no more complaining about mine.
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