One of the fringe benefits of being married to a performing musician is that he goes to a lot of other people's weddings and events, and is sometimes asked to bring "leftover" floral arrangements home with him.

I know that there are men who just bring their wives flowers for no reason, but my husband rarely just buys flowers for me. But on those weekend mornings when I wake up to find a stunning arrangement from someone else's wedding or bar association party (or whatever) sitting on my table, it still makes me very, very happy. It feels so good to be thought about. And although I know that when he brings flowers home from a gig for me, it's because they were offered to him by an event manager, I still feel that the sentiment behind them is just as tender as if he'd stopped somewhere to buy them for me. I can imagine him smiling as he drives home late at night, with a beautiful surprise for me. Oh, he's very sweet.

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