I’m grateful for every new week that I get to spend with the woman I have loved my entire life.
I saw this man on the Metro this past Monday, and asked him who the flowers were for. They were for his wife. They’ve been married for 47 years. FORTY-SEVEN. Every Monday, he brings her home flowers after work. My heart died at that moment.
Though the story is possibly fake (This is Tumblr, come on! And shut up. I just got finished arguing about gay rights and am still a little argumentative.) I feel like if I ever marry this is the type of man I would hope to be hitched to.
(via fusels)
