Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Gestures

D rarely buys me flowers. Which makes sense, seeing as I purchase them for myself almost every week. I get better surprises, like my favorite sliced ham waiting for me in the refrigerator (seriously - this is very exciting for someone who loves sandwiches).

Or this ...

surprise
{surprise}
He had a dinner and drinks night recently that kept him out till last call and he was up surfing (despite our great white shark infestation) before I made it out of bed. I generally wake up, brew my first cup of tea and stumble back to bed. During the stumbling part, I saw this little box on my bedside table.

And inside ...

macarons
{macarons}

I ate them all for breakfast, with my tea.

Better than flowers.

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