I am not a romantic, I am not a romantic. And I have no taste: I bought my wife five roses (red, white, yellow, pink and blue / long ago I have not seen such, but she was not painted, it was a direct variety of this color was /). I did this miracle to her.
Now the older one is 9 years old and all this time, every time when viewing a photo of her girlfriends - newly-picked moms, she puts me in disgrace, what said, look - they have bouquets, and you gave me what the older one?? to
After my response, she remained silent for a long time. My answer is always one: "They will forget these flowers in a year, and you have mine for 9 years right as they stand in front of your eyes."