Florist's Dozen

You all know the expression "baker's dozen" and what that means. Well I've found a new dozen. The florist's dozen. Let me explain...

Saturday night I returned from a wonderfully tough week-long trip to my parent's house. The trip was wonderful because I was able to spend much-desired time with my family and Adelaide was able to make memories with her Papa, Nonnie, various Aunts & Uncles, and cousins. The trip was tough because Adelaide and I were apart from Nate for a whole week! This is the longest I have been apart from Nate since being on bed-rest last Summer when Adelaide was in-utero and much easer to take care of. Needless to say we both missed Nate a great deal! So when we arrived home on Saturday night I was pleasantly surprised to find a dozen red roses waiting for me on the dining room table. I soon noticed that there were 2 roses missing from the vase and assumed they were on my night stand, where I like to put one or two from each dozen that Nate brings me. Well, I found one next to my bed and since I had not been home with my husband for a week I soon forgot about the flowers completely. The next day Nate asked me about my roses and if I had counted them. I suddenly remembered I had failed to find where he put the 12th rose. I told him this and he said that there were only 11 roses in the bunch when he bought them. But since they were the best looking "dozen" he didn't complain. He was right, they are very beautiful roses. I am glad he was willing to sacrifice quantity for quality.

I am spoiled to have a husband that made me feel so loved and missed when I arrived home. And I am looking forward to my next florist's dozen.