Last night I was in the shower when I heard our pup going crazy at the front door -- meaning J was home from work. After he popped his head in to say hi, I asked what he wanted for dinner since we had nothing planned. He told me not to worry about it because he had a surprise for me. "Ok...," I thought, with shampoo in my eyes.
After I stepped out of the shower he'd just finished arranging this masterpiece, which he'd placed on our table with two glasses of wine:
He may not be the perfect man, but he is perfect for me. I love him.