He sent me flowers. A big, huge, gorgeous vase of flowers. And not just any, but my favorite. Star-gazer lillies. Filled. White snapdragons for height. Yeah, this makes no sense, and I don't care because HE KNOWS. Love them. They are beautiful. And I'm half-way through the champagne you left me. The passion fruit juice? Totally better than peaches. Mmmm.
Honey, I miss you when you travel. I fucking hate it most times, but I still love you.
My son, upon seeing the flowers: WHOA. Who sent you that cool vase? Friggin' boys. My whole house smells GORGEOUS and I have on a mud mask right now and my hair in a towel, haha! Oh, and I'm slightly drunk. *beams at you all*
ETA: And whoever did THIS is absolutely lovely. Thank you both.