After so many years, you stop expecting grand gestures.
You stop expecting surprises.
That’s why the first Friday Marcus walked through the door with flowers, I thought something must be wrong.
They were pink tulips, slightly crooked in the paper wrapping. He held them out with a playful grin.
“For my girl,” he said.
Our kids groaned instantly.
“Dad, that’s so cheesy,” our son complained.
Our daughter pretended to gag dramatically.
I rolled my eyes and laughed, but I took the flowers anyway. Marcus leaned down and kissed my forehead the way he used to when we were younger.
“You deserve them,” he said simply.
It was such a small gesture, but it did something unexpected inside me. Something warm and unfamiliar stirred in my chest.
I placed the tulips in a vase on the kitchen table and found myself glancing at them throughout the evening.
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