i was in bed, under the covers, ready for some much-needed sleep, and then…shit. emerson’s going to KILL me if i don’t write.
ahem.
today, when i was sitting on the couch, sobbing about my work day to my mom, and he knocked at the door with two (count ‘em, TWO) bouquets of sunflowers in hand, i remembered why i am so confidently ready to spend the rest of my life with him. the tears became that much sweeter.
gentlemen, never underestimate the power of a well-timed flower delivery.
goodnight to all.
