True Love

Ahhh love. It started as passed notes and stolen glances. Eventually it was little gifts and baked birthday cakes. Now? It’s an automated irrigation system that he installed on a Sunday afternoon in my flower beds.

Because love means never having to go out and water your plants in 100+ degree weather.

Amen.

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P.S. Did I marry the greatest guy, or what?!

Comments

  1. You did marry a great guy. Flowers look pretty good for blistering heat. My wife had to wait 34 years for that.

  2. GrandmaP says:

    Yes you did! Looks like he did some significant time out in the heat to do it, too.

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