April showers bring May flowers.

Or sometimes, nice husbands do!

Ryan bought me this beautiful bouquet for Birthday Week.

We have a funny history with flowers. I'm not a huge flower girl,

but every once in awhile I do love having a bouquet to brighten up our kitchen table.

And sometimes, when I'm feeling particularly perfectionist, 

I transform into a weird Stepford wife version of myself
and I pick up some flowers at the grocery store.

A few months back, in December, I went grocery shopping while Ryan had a busy day in class,

and I saw a ton of pretty flowers on sale. 

Score, right? 

I picked out my favorites and put them in a vase when I got home.

What I forgot was that it was the anniversary of the day we started dating. 

Six years together!

But somebody remembered. And he came home early

with a package of Reeses Christmas trees (the way to my heart) and

the EXACT same bouquet I'd bought earlier in the day.

Literally, the exact same flowers.

Except he paid full-price because he's not the fantastic bargain hunter that I am. 

So every time he buys flowers now, 

I'll think of that day and giggle to myself. 

Great minds think alike, right?
Or maybe, after more than 6 years, he just knows me really, really well.