My Husband Started Bringing Home Flowers Every Friday – One Day I Found a Note in the Bouquet and Followed Him After Work

So when my husband, Dan, started bringing home flowers every Friday, I felt this weird lump in my throat.

Like something I’d buried deep was waking back up.

The first time, he walked in with tulips… pink ones. “For my girl!” he said, kissing my forehead.

I laughed and asked if he was in trouble. He grinned, loosened his tie, and just said, “You deserve these, Ada.”

The kids groaned and made fake gagging noises. I rolled my eyes, but I smiled too long at those flowers in the vase.

Just looking at them made me feel seen again. Wanted. And loved, perhaps.

It was simple.

But it meant something. When you’re stretched thin between work, bills, and keeping everyone fed, even a $5 bouquet can feel like a lifeline.

For a while, I believed maybe we were finding our way back.

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