Roses

DH had to go to the store right after I got up yesterday. I needed milk for my breakfast and we were out. As well as bringing milk and the rest of the groceries, he brought me roses.

He explained that he couldn't get any too light in color because white is a symbol of falseness here. Red is love, but they didn't have nice red ones. These were the closest he could get. I think they are beautiful.

Along with the flowers, he asked me to marry him. I told him yes, of course, if he really wanted to go through the hassle of another wedding. He seemed to think it was fun... It also ended up costing way less than expected because we never got a bill for the food. But you can't plan on that happening again!

Anyway, I think the point of the proposal was more to let me know that he would do it all over again even though my health has gone the way it has. We knew I might get to this point physically eventually, but we didn't expect it to happen within a year. I was also employed when he proposed the first time and now I am no longer a candidate for employment.

DH also has a danish sense of humor, which tends to be pretty odd, so maybe it was half meant as a joke. It is hard to know for sure.

I prefer to focus on the sweet side of it and the fact that he still values me as a life partner even though I feel worthless much of the time.