The other day my lovely husband brought me home some lovely freshly cut flowers. I found them after I awoke from my nap. They were on the bed next to me and wrapped in newspaper. He’s a special one for sure. For sure sure. His tale of how he procured them was also delightful to hear. Something to do with happening upon some unpaved roads in Cambodia and an old man who didn’t speak a lick of English but motioned to Greg with his head.
I love my husband. And I love this life we get to live and love together.