I’m grateful for every new week that I get to spend with the woman I have loved my entire life.
I saw this man on the Metro this past Monday, and asked him who the flowers were for. They were for his wife. They’ve been married for 47 years. FORTY-SEVEN. Every Monday, he brings her home flowers after work. My heart died at that moment.
Figured I’d reblog this considering I just spent the last 15 mins. crying hysterically and thinking about what would happen when this woman passed.
oh my god melissa that just killed me a little…
Ohhh the cuteness