I was in line at a grocery store the other night when I started chatting with a 92-year-old man.
While we were waiting we started chatting. He told me that he and his wife just got home from Florida. She sent him to the store to get potatoes, yet he was coming home with much more. He also picked up 3 dozen absolutely beautiful roses.
I asked if it was their anniversary? He said no. He said his home was empty of flowers and that the love of his life deserved only the best. He told me they've been married since 1943, and that he has always made sure his woman always had roses.