On Sunday night when Martin and I got home from the his and hers party, I was greeted with the above rose. It was from my younger brother, Mitchell, who had dropped it off as a Valentine's gift to me before heading back to college. I was so touched my the sweet gesture that I immediately took out my camera to document the event.
Martin: Don't take a picture of it!
Me: Why not? It's so nice. I want to write a blogpost about it.
Martin: What are you going to write about. How your brother got you a rose for Valentine's Day and used your favorite drink as a vase while your husband stood frantically by thinking how he didn't have anything yet.?