I turned around and saw him standing there, fresh cut flowers in hand and a smile on his face. “I’m sorry. I woke up on the wrong side of the bed.” I embedded my face in his chest and wrapped my arms around him. An apology and flowers weren’t what I was expecting, but I was grateful for both. I breathed in the soft, earthy scent of the lilies and took them inside. He wasn’t sleeping well, and I knew the early wake up call from our son didn’t help. We’d exchanged some harsh words and Continue Reading
