Chuck went into town, and I thought he was being a badboyfriend and saving getting me a gift to the last moment, but he came in and bought me the new Anne McCaffery book, as well on tape so I could listen to it while I worked. So then Im going to my room with my stuff, and theree on my bed is a HUGE vase full of roses. 26 to be exact. One for every week we've been together; six months. And nestled in the middle is a beautiful silk one matching perfectly, and in a whisper in my ear as Im feeling weepish he says "My love for you will end when the last rose dies." I know it sounds sappy, and Im sure its been done, but gosh I love him