I feel like most of my posts lately have been a little negative, as I've been struggling with the adjustment of leaving everything I know and coming to a place with all new things and all new people. So, I decided I'd write about something a little more upbeat. Over the past year or so, every month, this sweet now husband of mine has gotten me flowers. It was every month, when I'd come to visit, he had flowers for me. I thought that was nice of him, to get for me when I came to visit. However, that thoughtful tradition of his has continued into our 4 months of marriage. I come home and randomly there are flowers on our kitchen table. When I ask him what they are for, "I just thought you deserved some flowers." This rough and rugged farmer of mine is really just a big ol' teddy bear. I'm lucky to have him in my life and very lucky that he puts up with me and all of my quirks.
