Not Flowers

This is a post about my man, not my boys, but worth the time to write it. You know how some men bring home flowers to their wife when they come home from work or from a quick run to the store? Well, not my husband. He knows that flowers die, and they're not really the way to my heart. He came home the other day and said, "Baby, I know how much you love saving money, so I brought you a new coupon book!" Well, that's as good (or better) as flowers for me any day of the week! I love you Ryan!