This morning when Jason woke up, he wrapped his arms around me and said, "Today is the 8th anniversary of the day I met you."
And how about that? It's accurate! He remembered! Did I remember? Hell no! But he did!
I left work at 12:30pm or so and came home so I could get ready for the weekend. He came home around 3:45pm, which, in itself is unheard of, but also?
And? Because he knows how much I appreciate a good bargain, he told me what a good value roses are in the off-season.
I love him. So freaking much.
I almost hate to leave these roses as I dash off to THE BILTMORE.
No, not really. I can't wait to get to The Biltmore!!!