Lovelies.

Tom bought me flowers the other day. It wasn't because he loved me. Or because he messed up and was trying to apologize.

It wasn't because they reminded him of me or because we were hosting a bunch of people over for dinner.

Nope.

He bought them for me with the hopes that every time I looked at them, I would think about him - smiling at me, and saying, "Hi."

Of all the reasons to ever get flowers, I have to admit - this was the best one yet.

You did good, Jeter. You did good.