Sometimes, they get it right

Eating tomato soup on my lunch break, trying to grab a few moments of calm between work and the kids home on a snow day, I heard my front open. I looked across the room to see The Thing standing in the doorway, lightly covered with snow, holding a dozen yellow roses - my favorite. And with a simple hug, an 'I love you' and a kiss he was gone; back to work.

Sometimes, they get it perfect.