After a tense phone conversation earlier today, the husband just came home and surprised me with flowers and ice cream.
"What's this for?" I ask.
"Happy Flower Day!" he exclaims.
"Thanks! ... What's this for?" I repeat.
"'Cuz I love you."
He confesses. "For being a jerk."
"Well, yeah, but which part specifically? That's such a big, general area."
He is quiet.
"You know all the dumb stuff I've done over the last 11 years? This should make up for it."
Then, he laughs his big laugh. And that is enough for me.