A Rarity

I bought my family flowers. At the grocery store. I can't remember the last time I did that.  Probably because I have done it about, oh............ twice. But I tell you what, it really felt good. The girls wondered what they were for. They looked at me like "what is the special occasion?".
Comical.
Reasoning. I don't feel like I need them, but hey, here are a couple:

I love you.
I loved our walking and talking Wednesday night.
I love that you loved it, too. You made it a point to tell me so.
I love that our mornings have been wonderful.
I love that our rainboots have been getting muddy.
I love it that you, little women, are still wanting to share a room.
I love it that you, the Mr., are laughing more.

I love it.