I returned home from a work trip to find 100 roses delivered to my wife – then I noticed the note hidden inside one of the bouquets

to ignore.
One hundred bouquets.
One hundred families.
One hundred separate decisions made by people who wanted her to understand that she mattered.

As the afternoon faded into evening, we carried the bouquets inside in small groups.
Roses filled the kitchen counters, the dining room table, the living room shelves, and every available surface we could find.continue reading …