At first, I believed the Friday flowers were simply my husband Dan’s way of bringing a little romance back into our busy lives. After sixteen years of marriage, tenderness can fade into routines, and even a small gesture can feel like a spark. Every bouquet he brought home—tulips, lilies, bright mixtures of garden stems—made me smile longer than I meant to. It felt like we were rediscovering something we had quietly misplaced over the years.
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