A Year's Worth of Flowers

I had just finished showering when I heard the key turn in the lock of our front door. Ricardo was home. "I think I'll surprise him," I thought to myself, and walked out into the hall naked. What better way to welcome home someone who has spent an entire Saturday afternoon working?

Little did I know, Ricardo had a suprise of his own in store for me. Flowers, four huge bunches of them, purchased on the way home from a street vendor. The bouquets were so huge I could barely see Ricardo's face behind all the blossoms - white crysanthemums, yellow gladioli, peach sweetheart roses, and a stunning purple and yellow flower that I've yet to identify but is definitely my favorite.

"I've been meaning to get you flowers for a long time, but it's hard to surprise you. We're never apart." (It's true!) Ricardo continued, "Today I took advantage and bought all the flowers I should have given you over the past year." He smiled and handed me the four huge bouquets.

I stood in the hallway, naked, my arms full of flowers, and started to cry. What a lovely boyfriend I have. Shame he's leaving tomorrow...