Every day on his way to the metro, Nate passes a man selling flowers. I know Nate loves me, but I also know he is kind. I'm guessing the purchase was as much for the man as it was for me. And so I loved the flowers that much more.
Thursday, February 9, 2012
the stuff dreams are made of
Last Friday night, Nate drove home from DC and told me to meet him in the driveway to help him bring stuff inside. This is the "stuff" to which he was referring.
Every day on his way to the metro, Nate passes a man selling flowers. I know Nate loves me, but I also know he is kind. I'm guessing the purchase was as much for the man as it was for me. And so I loved the flowers that much more.
Every day on his way to the metro, Nate passes a man selling flowers. I know Nate loves me, but I also know he is kind. I'm guessing the purchase was as much for the man as it was for me. And so I loved the flowers that much more.
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