Best Best Valentines Day Ever

About three years after we were married, my husband sent flowers to me at work. Delivered by a barber-shoppe quartet that serenaded me during lunch. Of course I cried. It was SO sweet. And obviously required advance thought and planning. Lots of other women cried too. Some of those women actually called their husbands so they could cry too. The other husbands werent crying over how romantic it was, they were crying because they knew the standard had been forever raised.

Thats my husband, raising the standard and ruining it for everyone else! Just wait until you hear how he proposed. But, thats a story for another day!


 
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