"You want me to bring you something?"
That's the question my husband always asked me, if he going somewhere without me. Like today. He went to city with my son after Friday praying. Want to get mini-aeroplane for my son. And I have nothing on my mind. "Just buy me a flower." I replied. I knew there is a tiny florist on the corner of Pitt and Market St. They had lovely flowers, and not so expensive too.
And he came home with roses. Not a bunch, but five. 50 stems of roses. Red and beautiful. I didn't expect he will buy me that much.
He's not a romantic. Not sort of candle-light-dinner type of man. But the roses that he brought home put me on tears. That's him. Always give me more than I expected. And this afternoon, it' s a lovely surprise.
Thank you, hon.