Our anniversary was just a week before our trip to Maine and Dale came to me and said, in all earnestness, “I know I usually get you flowers on this day, but I didn’t because we’re leaving for Maine in a few days and I thought it would be better to get flowers to enjoy while we’re on vacation. There’s that florist at the Farmer’s Market that you love and I thought we could have her put a bouquet together for you. I just thought it would be more special to do it this way than to buy flowers here and not really have the time to enjoy them.”
Pretty darn perfect, that guy of mine. And so were the flowers.
Hope it’s a pretty darn perfect weekend, too!