So I came home last week to find a white rose sitting on the kitchen table with a Kit Kat bar.
This totally floored me. Not only did it mean Nathan had picked up on the fact that roses are the only flower I care about, but that white roses are my favorite. (It's a weird family-politics thing.) He also seemed to have remembered how much I love chocolate.
I picked up the rose and was all excited when Nathan came bounding into the room and said, "Hey, did you see what I found in the parking lot?!"
........Yeah.
To his credit, the chocolate was great and the rose opened beautifully.
