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

show up every day without realizing how many lives they quietly change.

Jane buried her face in my shoulder.

“I really was going to quit,” she admitted.

“I know.”

“I had already started looking at other jobs.”

I pulled back just enough to look at her.

“And now?”

She glanced around the room filled with roses.
Around the cards.
Around the evidence of hundreds continue reading …