My primary love language is words, but "flowers" comes in at a close second

The cell phone,

and wallet,

and SD cards,

that I accidentally washed in the washing machine in the same 4 week time span...


The important document

that I forgot to immediately sign and send

causing a road trip and hand delivery...


The forgetfullness,

and trying to juggle it all,

and some days dropping balls all over the place,

and failing miserably...

Well, they have caused alot of frustrations lately.

But he knows I am my own very worst critic.


And he just keeps loving me,

and loving me,

and loving me.