I Came Home to 100 Roses Addressed to My Wife—For One Terrible Minute, I Thought Our Marriage Was Over

Then I saw the flowers.

At first I thought someone had delivered a few bouquets.

But as I got closer, I realized they covered nearly the entire porch.

Red roses.

White roses.

Pink roses.

Yellow roses.

They lined the steps, leaned against the railing, surrounded the porch swing, and even filled the corner beside our front door.

There had to be one hundred of them.

Maybe more.