My husband has always had the habit of picking flowers {or on one recent occasion, a parking sign} for me if he's been drinking. It usually happens on his walk back home {so proud of my guy for not drinking & driving}. Walking down the sidewalk after a romantic dinner, he has been known to pluck flowers from planters or garden beds only to turn around and present it to me. It IS really sweet but it's also a little embarrassing sometimes ~ because I feel badly for the people/businesses he plucked them from. Especially when the people are standing right there. Haha! He did this before we were married, too.
He's a total romantic when it comes to flowers!
I woke up on Sunday morning and found these in my kitchen. Arranged in a vase.
His mother was a florist, so this stems {ha!} from that a bit I'm sure.
As it turns out, he didn't pluck them from gardens on his walk home.
He climbed over a highway fence-guard-thingy to pick the ones that bloom in plenty along the hills that the highways go along around here....
{This is the part where I shake my head & Thank God for sending an angel watch over him on his walk home.}
{Silly Boy, I love you.}
:) Hilarious! My husband is a lovey dovey when he has been drinking too...
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