It was a beautiful day for a walk on the beach.
I sat at the picnic table on the pier and worked on the Self-Compassion Mindful workbook that I had been half-assing. Came up with my personal metta prayer, which was kind of cool.
Then I had lunch at my favorite coffee shop. It was lovely.
And I came home to find this:
Yes, it’s roses. Roses and white alstroemerias. Yes, from MP. With a really sweet note. I was totally shocked. I never, ever expected him to get me flowers, much less roses. I was completely blown away. And delighted.