I is for Iris
He knew that she loved irises, so he took great care to select and arrange a multitude of bouquets. When he ran out of vases, he recruited champagne flutes, tall mugs and the water pitcher to house the rest. Then he scattered them artfully over every flat surface of the living room. That way she could see them when she first walked in. He settled in to wait, and glanced at the clock. She was twenty minutes late. Traffic, he thought, settling further into the squashy armchair and quickly dosing off.
Only to be awakened later at the door opening, the click of her heels on the wood floor, and a soft gasp.
"Oh," she cooed, running slender fingers with brightly painted nails across the arrangement closest to her. Eyes sparkling, she found him, half-awake but happy that his idea pleased her so. "You remembered," she walked over to him, leaning down and bestowing a deep, loving kiss. "Thank you, Robert."
A besotted smile crept across his face as he wished Karen a "happy anniversary."
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