Don't worry. This is a G-rated post.
I woke up yesterday to an unexpected surprise from Mr Farmer. He let me get up and start my morning routine. Then, out of nowhere, his gift appeared. The biggest, most fragrant, most beautiful bunch of roses I've ever been given. He beamed as he presented them to me.
I was shocked! Stunned! Never had he shown such romanticism. Was this really my husband? Had I ever really known him?
Mr Farmer has never been one to give gifts. Typically I pick out my own gifts and buy them myself and thank him for the money. So I never expected anything from him on this Valentine's Day.
I guess he finally heard my subtle hints for a gift of any kind, showing his love for me. I know he loves me, that has never been in question. It's just that sometimes I like to see visible proof that he thinks of me when we're apart, or listens to me when I drop hints of things I like, or that he appreciates me and what I do because I love him.
And now I know. I had him pose for a photo so I could look back on this perfect Valentine's Day and his thoughtful gift.
Now, where to put it. I tried the kitchen counter.
The night stand on my side of the bed.
And, finally, next to my easy chair. Perfect! Now I can smell my roses and think of him throughout the day, whenever I sit down and rest.
Now, now, ladies. He's taken. You can't have him. He's. All. Mine.