Wayne and I celebrated our wedding anniversary yesterday.  It was very low-key, and we stayed close to home.  Contrary to what people assume, my dear husband, bless him, is not the most romantic guy in the universe.    Past anniversary gifts include . . . hum . . . funny, I can’t think of a single one.  He did get me a pocket knife one time, but I think that was for Valentine’s Day. 

Well, yesterday Wayne broke tradition.  He bought me roses.  He’d gone to the grocery store, and the person in line in front of him had a bouquet of flowers.  Wayne thought maybe that was God nudging him, so he went back to the floral section and brought me pink roses.  You gotta love this guy.  I love this guy!