Roses

I've told JD before that roses are not my favorite flowers. Not that I receive them (or any others) very often- I just wanted him to know. The one splurge item that I sometimes buy for myself is a cheap-o bouquet of fresh flowers. You know- the Walmart bargain ones. They just make me happy. So I let him know that if he ever wants to get me flowers for any strange reason to go for those.

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Last Valentine's day was a game day- one of the rare ones I got to attend sans-kiddos. JD had a pretty yellow bouquet waiting for me in the bleachers where I usually sit. Unfortunately (or rather FORTUNATELY) I was late and didn't get to say anything to him before the game. I'm glad he didn't see me laughing at the bunch of yellow roses. I will never forget his look when I told him what they were. Poor man, he's so flower illiterate he thought they were, (and I quote) "daisies or something." It was priceless. And they really were very pretty.

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Today I asked him to run by Walmart after practice to pick up the bananas and milk that are always running out in this house. I was MORE than surprised to be handed these along with the groceries:

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After almost crying (okay, so maybe I did a little- you all know pregnant women are unpredictable) I had to laugh out loud when he asked anxiously, "They're not roses are they?"
I really do love this man, y'all. (See there- a southernism. I am turning into a true Arkansan after all!)

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In other news, Cate can now climb onto our bed* unassisted. Oh joy:

*Please don't mind the shabbily made bed and the fitted sheet that looks like it's about to come off... You know, looking closer at that picture, I think I see my missing hair brush! Wow.