...Seven ...
Then there was another knock at my door with another bouquet of flowers on which I thought there was some mistake, but with a look at the bank account and a quick call to the florist found it was the inner workings of my crazy husband!
...Six ...
...and with yet another knock on the door and a smiling florist...
...Five ...
...Four ...
...Three ...
By this point it seemed that the flourists that were delivering the flowers were more excited then I was.
...Two ...
...One ...
So utterly romantic eh? After the anger from the expense of this operation had disabpated I thought it was a wonderful surprise. It gave me something to think about rather then the thought of the moment we would meet again!
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