Posted by Tracey
on October 19, 2009
So it turns out that he has done nothing wrong, and isn’t buttering me up for anything, but has decided to bring home flowers for me on a regular basis. Here are this week’s gerberas.
He’s lucky to have me, isn’t he? 🙂
He is lucky to have you and you are lucky to have a husband that brings you flowers. The last time mine brought me flowers was Valentine’s Day the first year we were married (2006). They are beautiful!
I’m completely jealous. I have a friend whose husband does stuff like this all the time. Don’t get me wrong – my husband is almost embarassingly good with daily, verbal declarations of love and what I like to call frequent random drive-by arse-grabbings. But flowers? Nup. The last time he gave me flowers was that time when I was having a really bad day, so I ordered a bunch of flowers from a florist, had them write a card saying “take these home to your wife, she’s having a bad day” and delivered to his office, then he FORGOT to bring them home. Then forgot again. Then forgot again. I finally got them after the weekend, by which time they were looking a little worse for wear.
How fabulous! Jealous. <- I am.
Mutually lucky, I’d say.
I love Gerberas ~ they always seem to be such cheeky happy flowers.
Nice colour combination there. I prefer gerberas and daisys to roses and carnations any day.
The only time I’ve been given flowers is when I produced a baby. Not doing that again, so no more flowers for me.
Those are gorgeous! I’d say you’re both mighty lucky! 🙂