Roses

At the Farmer's Market there are a number of florist vendors, and one in particular has a small tent (compared to the others) and for the past few months has been selling single long-stemmed roses for $1 each. Every other week, Mike buys me a rose, and it sits in a small bud vase on our coffee table for a fortnight. I feel like the luckiest girl in the world, walking home from the market, rose in one hand, Mike's hand in the other.

The walk home from the market is a quiet moment in our busy week. On Saturday we took another trip to Long Beach for wedding planning. We met with our coordinator at our venue and laid out our timeline for the day and all the tables and chairs and whatnot. We visited the men's store to look at tux options and purchase a few new work shirts. We caught a flick at the local theater (Cowboys and Aliens - bad story, good western characters, and very pretty Mr. Craig.) I took a nap. Maybe two. And I could smell my rose from my pillow on the couch.