Every Saturday morning, my grandfather would put on his favorite jacket, straighten his collar, and leave the house with a little smile.

He never told anyone where he was going, but we all knew.

He was buying flowers for Grandma.

Sometimes he returned with a dozen roses. Other times, it was a simple bunch of daisies or whatever flowers were fresh at the little shop down the street.

Grandma always acted surprised.

“Oh, you didn’t have to do that,” she would say, smiling as she reached for a vase.

And Grandpa would give her the same answer every single week.

“I know. That’s why I wanted to.”

As a child, I thought it was simply something husbands did when they loved their wives.

But as I grew older, I began to realize how unusual their little tradition was.

They had been married for decades, through difficult times, financial struggles, and the ordinary challenges of raising a family.

Yet Grandpa never missed a Saturday.

Then one afternoon, I finally asked him why those flowers mattered so much.

His answer was something I would remember for the rest of my life.

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