My husband loves flowers. Loves them.
I think it's adorable. His co-workers think it's nerdy. It's probably a little of both.
Picture us on the trails . . . I want him to speed up and keep the pace, he wants to stop and "smell the roses". He takes pictures of each new flower, comes home and pulls out his autobon book and files away the new species in his memory (and his iPhoto).
He picks wild flower bouquets for me all the time, only to have me cuss him the next morning when I wake up with out of control allergies.
We're kind of a mixed up pair sometimes.
I think it's adorable. His co-workers think it's nerdy. It's probably a little of both.
Picture us on the trails . . . I want him to speed up and keep the pace, he wants to stop and "smell the roses". He takes pictures of each new flower, comes home and pulls out his autobon book and files away the new species in his memory (and his iPhoto).
He picks wild flower bouquets for me all the time, only to have me cuss him the next morning when I wake up with out of control allergies.
We're kind of a mixed up pair sometimes.
1 comment:
I LOVE that Ben loves flowers. I remember the first time we came to your USU apartment and Ben brought you a bouquet of flowers. I thought it was so sweet. I suggest you learn to control your allergies -- it's not every day you get such a thoughtful hubby.
Love, Pa
P.S. I love flowers too Ben! But I could care less what they are named or what family they belong to!
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