A Cat's Thoughts

   ...And he bought me flours

I must have the best sweetie in the world. He has been very supportive of my wacked out schedule with school and homework and projects and all the other stuff that I do. He cooks, he cleans, he shops, he puts up with my off the wall opinions, and through it all, he stays sweet and kind and loving (most of the time).

The best though came this weekend. A week ago, I was so busy with all my various commitments that I woke up monday and wondered where the weekend had gone. By Wednesday it had caught up to me and I had to go home early, so Sweetie came to pick me up - since I probably couldn't have driven safely at that point anyway.

Then this Saturday morning rolled around and I slept through it. I remember hearing him tell the cat that "mommy's sleeping", and then nothing until noon. When I woke up, the cat was curled tightly next to me and the blankets were tucked in around me so that I wouldn't feel the draft. Getting up I went downstairs to find that Sweetie had already been out and back once - to the post office to pick up a package we'd been anticipating.

He was out again at that time, this time going to Sam's club to pick up all the bulk foods that we needed and blank order forms for my jewelry. I had a nice relaxing morning... er afternoon... while I cuddled the cat and dog and played on the computer.

Sweetie got home just a little later, and brought with him a huge bottle of chocolate syrup - for making chocolate milk, the rolls I like from Sams, exactly the right kind of order form (and I hadn't even called him to remind him what I wanted) ... And Roses.

He brought me a whole bunch of sweetheart roses (2 dozen pretty pink roses).

This is the first time I remember getting flowers from someone other than my mother without threatening them first (my date for prom did bring me a corsage, but only because I told him that he HAD to or face my wrath). I don't have a vase for that many roses, so I broke them up into several small jars, vases and glasses and have them set up around the house. Now, no matter what room I'm in, I remember that HE BOUGHT ME FLOWERS

Posted by Becca at March 8, 2004 03:37 PM