Flowers for no reason make me so happy. I think it's because my dad used to buy my mom flowers all the time. I think there probably was a reason, but I was little and I thought it was just because they were pretty, not because he'd played basketball every night that week or gone out with the boys for one too many. I was so happy when my boyfriend got me flowers yesterday. I went home to vote so I was home alone for most of the early evening. I cleaned our room for him, since I know he hates it when it gets messy (he hates it when I clean it, too, especially if it isn't my mess, but it makes him happy so I don't particularly care). When he came home, he had a handful of pretty, fall-colored flowers.
They were absolutely beautiful. And he said, "Just like you, Seabiscuit."
We all need to hear that every so often.
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