A long time ago, I decided to never say "Oh, you shouldn't have." Instead, I just shower him with thank yous and kisses. When he speaks "roses" to me, he speaks love and I accept.
The roses he sent this year on Valentine's Day are just now opening up. Ah, these are beautiful, brilliant red roses. My favorite. All I can say is, "Honey, speak roses to me."
I love it when he speaks roses to me! |
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