My birthday was an ordinary day today until about 2:00 p.m.. We had just finished helping the students fill out their registrations for Jr. High and I had a mom that was coming to my room to help staple some announcements to the kids' planners. When she came in she had a bouquet of flowers. She was smiling and asked what they were for. It finally registered that they were for me, so I explained that it was my birthday and they were either from my mom or my sister.
Boy was I wrong. For the first time in 12 years of marriage, my husband sent me flowers for my birthday. You almost had to pick me up off of the floor, I was so shocked. The last time I had received flowers for any special occasion was Valentine's Day our first year of marriage. I taught second grade and all of my teammates had received flowers at work. When I got home, Jason asked how my day had been and I told him it was fine but I was a little bummed. After I told him, I tried to let him know that it wasn't that big of a deal (even though it kind of was) and went on with making dinner. After dinner, he left for a little bit and when he returned he had a dozen pink roses. It was nice, and I felt bad for guilting him into getting flowers.
So, my day ended well. My husband got me flowers for my birthday.
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