Monday, November 9, 2015

Bouquet of kale

My man is not overly mushy, sentimental or romantic, but when he comes home with an armload of kale, I know he loves me. He refuses to eat the nutrient dense, super food and will often joke about whether it is even edible. He once even jokingly asked a grocery cashier  "what is more edible, kale or pineapple tops"?  That being said, I appreciate that he takes the time to plant and harvest something that he abhors, but does so because he knows how much I love the stuff.
Now, THAT is what I call love.

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