My husband got me this tiny half dead bouquet and I sobbed.

Ive not been feeling good physically or mentally lately. He knows it, he's been trying to help but my depression gets the best of me and I am physically disabled as well. Well he said he had to get a bag of candy for his classroom and went to the grocery store across the street. He came back and said he had lied, gave me the little bouquet (he didn't know they have a horrible floral department) and some goodies.

I dont think I've ever been as happy to see flowers in my life. I started sobbing and he was worried I hated them and apologized saying he could run into town to get me better flowers. But I was crying because I was overwhelmed and happy. Now I have this little bouquet on my kitchen table and I smile each time I see it.