a gift

Rich's sunflowers  

Who, being loved, is poor?  ~Oscar Wilde

After work yesterday, my husband stopped at a road side produce stand and brought me home some beautiful sunflowers.  I hope I never forget the sight of him, handsome and smiling, walking through the door with them in his hands to give to me. 

 

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