My husband isn’t the flower kind of guy. Sure, he gives me flowers on Valentine’s Day, and usually on anniversaries, but those are generally plants, not flowers. And I tend to kill orchids. (I kept an orchid alive from last February until about May or June this year. That was a new record for me.)
The husband totally came through last night with flowers. A dozen roses. Because he’s awesome.
And they were definitely worth photographing. (I needed to document it, just in case this never happens again!)