Roof day also happened to be Sweetest Day. Now, Sweetest Day is a Hallmark holiday, that much is understood by both my husband and I. It is not something we observe. I wouldn't have even remembered it if I hadn't been at the hallmark store anyway getting a baby card and a birthday card. But since I was there, I couldn't pass up the opportunity to get my man a card. I did it because I love him, but I was fully expecting nothing in return, least of all, more than I put out. But, come Friday night, in walks my husband, returning from work with yellow roses and taffy apples, two of my favorites. Needless to say, my card paled in comparison. Now, I could care less about Sweetest
Day, but as for
My Sweetest, I couldn't love him more.