You know, I don't consider myself to be someone who gets hugely excited over gifts. But on the rare occasions that someone brings me flowers, I go all soft and squeeful and spend the next three days smiling at them happily every time I walk past.
This has always been my experience, whether I'm receiving flowers from my mother, or my sisters, or a friend, or the boyfriend. Apparently I really like flowers from my people.
*happy sighs*
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