I got flowers

SO, the other day I was standing outside on my front porch talking to my mother-in-law about this and that in the late afternoon, when I looked off in the distance and saw a bright orange shirt walking around the corner onto our street. (The orange shirt in significant because when Jeff is training during training weeks at Press a Print, they are required to wear these orange shirts.) I looked a little baffled and my mother-in-law looked behind her to see what I was looking at and said "Is that Jeff?". It was. The reason why this is so off, is because he usually doesn't walk home from work (right now he can't drive because of the seizure) and so he either calls me to get a ride or asks one of his guys at work to take him home. There he was walking down the street towards us and the closer he got, the clearer it became that he had a bouquet of flowers in his hands. I found out later that he had someone drop him off at the store down the street so that he could get some flowers and then walked home from there. We had had a little disagreement on the phone earlier and so he was bringing me flowers as an "I'm sorry" gesture. Even though-the fault was mine, or more, as much as his. His mother told me he was a keeper, and even though I already knew this...I had to agree with her. It doesn't happen very often that I get flowers, so I thought 'd take a picture and blog this beautiful event. What a great guy!