Simple Pleasures, #10
You know what doesn’t bother me at all? Fresh flowers in the house. I don’t care if they’re from a roadside ditch or a fancy floral boutique. Colby is very well aware of this, but he’s still bad at buying me flowers. Like, maybe for my birthday. He’s good at a lot of other things, so the man gets a pass on this. Sometimes I just buy flowers with the groceries (since he’s paying). Then I come home and thank him for the lovely arrangement. This time I paired some fantastic black calla lilies with a single wide, tropical leaf. It’s been over a week and they’re on their last leg, but still lend something delightful to our house. Our otherwise very-cluttered-with-toddler-things-house. Now you know how to win my heart! Flowers! Easy!
