I was working in the yard on Friday morning when I noticed some flowers I'd never seen before. They were in a little patch of dirt that someone had roped off quite a while ago, but I'd assumed the area was just another one of Devon's wheat crops. It wasn't wheat that I saw there on Friday, though. It was irises. We already have some huge irises, but these were small like wild iris. In case you haven't caught this little tidbit along the way, my mom loved wild iris.
I was on the phone at the time and interrupted the conversation to say I thought one of the Ws may have planted a bunch of iris bulbs as a surprise for me. Curious, I asked each family member about the flowers in person or via text until the process of elimination proved Tim had planted them. How sweet is that?
But it gets sweeter.
Not only did he plant them, but he attempted to bury the bulbs in a way that would spell out "mom" when they bloomed. That's a somewhat lofty goal that didn't work out the way he hoped, but the fact he tried is neat.
But it gets even sweeter.
He planted them in January, which was the 27th anniversary of my mom's death.
Seriously awesome.
The purple one is my favorite because it looks the most like all the ones found growing in the wild.
But there are also yellow ones.
And white ones.
Such a thoughtful thing to do!!
Later that evening he asked if I wanted to go on a date. If so, we'd go. If not, he was hunkering down for the night. We were both pretty wiped out, so it was tempting to just lay low at home. We haven't had a date in a while, so we opted for going on a short, mellow date.
We decided to walk downtown for ice cream at
Paleteria El Paisanito. It was our lucky night because I found a dollar bill on the sidewalk, then he found one just down the block.
Then it was ice cream time. This dairy-deprived girl was pretty excited for this gluttonous treat! Cappuccino and coffee for Tim, lime and raspberries and cream for me.
The weather was dreamy, so we sat on the plaza to chat while we enjoyed our ice cream before walking back home.
We're human, so our marriage is definitely imperfect, but I'm really grateful Tim consistently works at being a good husband.