most thoughtful husband, least observant wife

when i came downstairs into the kitchen this morning, i was greeted by a big bouquet of dead flowers.

i texted my husband, “what’s up with these dead guys?”

“they were alive last week when i got them for you,” he said.

whoops. i’ll chalk that up to being 13 weeks pregnant, and almost always either sleeping or throwing up. i need to be more observant, so i can be more thankful for this sweet guy who brings me flowers and doesn’t get upset when they die before i even notice them. i was able to save these two, though — and they look pretty pretty here in the window ; )