When I came home from work on Friday, this is what I found:
The pictures don't do justice, but Brandon had "heart attacked" our apartment with over 50 hearts hanging from the ceiling. I have been heart attacked before, but this time it was so sweet. He wrote reasons he loved me, funny inside jokes, and some are redeemable for later.
Today he made me his delicious Chicken Fettucini Alfredo that is way better than any restaurant's. And we had chocolate dipped strawberries, a tradition we started last year. He even used a double boiler to melt the chocolate. Who does that?
He picked out some sassy earrings and fun brown and white flowered skirt that is springy, but classy. My favorite flowers are tulips, but since our neighbor had just barely given us a bouquet for watching their dog, he is going to surprise me some other time with them. I admit, I would actually rather have flowers randomly then get them just because everyone else is.
I'm a lucky girl. I am far from the perfect wife, but Brandon always does an amazing job at serving me even when I may not always deserve it. I'm so lucky.