Trying to get over my miserable, self-pitying week, I headed to bed early. My fiancé was on night shift this week, so wouldn’t be home until early morning, so I was pretty dazed and confused when he turned up at around 1 o’clock in the morning.
I woke up on hearing the front door go, and after a few annoyed grunts from me at being woken up at this hour, stomped into the kitchen to see what was going on. My fiancé was holding a huge bunch of flowers (including my absolute favourite gerberas!) and my biggest vase, and with a smile he handed them to me and said, ‘You better sort this out, cause I haven’t got a clue.’ With a laugh I asked him why he had come home on his break with flowers for me, and he said he knew how much of a bad week I’d had and that flowers always made me smile, so he hoped they would make me feel better.
How lucky am I to have him?!?! I was so happy, and its so true, flowers really do make me smile. If that wasn’t the best support and motivation to carry on, then I don’t know what is. So with my new flowers to look at this week, I feel a lot more positive that I’ll do well.