We start to pull out of the garage,
“Look in the trunk.” he says. “I think you left something there.”
“I don’t think so I say.” He says, “just go look, you did.”
I open the trunk. There they are, five bunches of lovely fresh flowers to celebrate a lot last week (cancerversary, wedding anniversary and Mother’s Day) since he was gone on business a few days last week.
Twenty years later, you are still giving me fresh flowers. You give. I create. You always surprise me with the “hide and seek” of them, something only another Scorpio can do to another Scorpio. Consistency, slow and steady like the tortoise you have always been. 🐢 I love you. 💕