My honey got me one red rose on Monday & one pink rose on Tuesday. I admit, I kind of expected another rose on Wednesday, but our schedules were nuts & it was more than enough for me that he did all the sous-chefing for dinner, unasked, on Wednesday. I figured tonight he'd probably bring me home a third rose. Nope. He brought me a dozen, in a box, tied with a gold ribbon, each one of them hand-picked by him. *grin* I love this man.