W came home from work today and handed me a beautiful bouquet of roses.
(For friendship, she said.)
After she handed them too me, she gave me a kiss and a hug and told me that she loved me.
Sometimes it’s weird being on the receiving end of such gestures. I like to be the one who holds the door, pumps the gas and gives the flowers.
I’m the butch, after all.
But today it was nice to feel appreciated. To know that I’m loved and that someone is thankful for me.
I hope you have someone in your life who is thankful for you.