When Jason and I first started going out (over 19 years ago!), whenever we drove by a florist, I would say, “See that place… it’s called a flower shop. Florists work there; they sell flowers.” I’d say it every single time. And you know what? Jason buys me flowers a lot… random, no holiday, middle of the week flowers like these pictured here. He is so sweet, and I am so lucky.