I Am a Hopeless Romantic
While I was growing up I often saw Dad bring Mom flowers or a cheesecake for no reason but to see her face light up. And that would make him happy.
Mom would do the same to Dad be it a note she'd slip in his lunch or one of his favorite desserts which he'd reluctantly share with me and my two brothers knowing he couldn't eat it all.
And that's what I'd do to the woman in my life. Do things like flowers or a card for no reason but to see her happy. And that would make me happy.
Some might say that should be done anyway but is it really? I don't know. But I'd do it.
Mom would do the same to Dad be it a note she'd slip in his lunch or one of his favorite desserts which he'd reluctantly share with me and my two brothers knowing he couldn't eat it all.
And that's what I'd do to the woman in my life. Do things like flowers or a card for no reason but to see her happy. And that would make me happy.
Some might say that should be done anyway but is it really? I don't know. But I'd do it.