Occasion ?

Several months ago while playing with rosey fabric in my new quilting corner, there was a knock at the front door.  While the Mr. answered it, I glanced out the window to see a big truck. 

 
Quickly scanning my memory bank, I wondered what I had ordered (glass? fabric? tools?), and whether I would be in trouble

 

ruh-roh

Since he didn't comment aloud or bring me a package, I sat tight...maybe he had ordered some man stuff.  Whew!  Safe.

Awhile later when I could stand the suspense no more, I wandered into the den and asked what was delivered.  He said flatly:
"You got a package; it's in the kitchen." 

Oh NO!  I am in trouble!

I turned the corner to see a really long box.  Did I order glass rods?

Nope.

A dozen roses, beautiful vase, and oh so meaningful card.

                                 What's the occasion?  I asked.

                                 Just because, said he.  

I like that.  And yeah, I cried that day.

However, today marks an Occasion:  Our 32nd wedding anniversary, and we decided on dinner and a movie...right here at home.