I love Flowers. They're a little bit of luxury in my hum drum life. I feel like I'm in a cozy cottage by lake when I view them.

I bought some at super target for $5 on Friday but somebody thought they were wilted and threw out half of them in the garbage. :(

My dear flowers.

To Joe, My Awesome Boyfriend.

He Brings Me Flowers



Because he adores me

He takes out my garabage, because he wants to be helpful.

He helps me clean the kitchen, because he wants to help with the meals.

I cook for him and he takes me out to dinner. I help there too, but he never asks because he is a gentleman.

He cleans my bedroom, makes my bed, because I'm often too lazy to do that :0



He kisses me as much as he can, because he loves me.

He never yells, hurts, or knowingly tries to make me feel blue.

He shines positive in my life when I feel negative, blue, and down.



He gives me hope, happiness, and heart and soul.

He's my best friend and lover. He's my Joe Bear and I love him.