Some Girls Get Flowers!

Over the past 10 years I have had to learn how to read Tyson a little bit. He tries really hard to do all the regular romantic things, but struggles in that area sometimes. However, the times I know he loves me the most are when he shows it HIS way. I notice when he buys me a "diamond" for Christmas, even though it is a bow. I notice when he orders me custom arrow wraps that he put a lot of thought into. (They say "Deney Weenys" and have the weinerschnitzel hot dog on them.) I notice how he looks at numerous stores trying to find me pink fletching. (they only had red) And I definately notice how he spends hours meticulously preparing a dozen arrows for me so they will be ready "whenever I feel like shooting my bow". I have learned that he does this not to force me to bowhunt, but because it is his hope that I will spend more time with him. He does it because he wants to share his favorite thing in the whole world with me. He does it because he loves me. So while it may seem strange to some, seeing the "vase" of a dozen finished arrows sitting on the cabinet this morning was a truly beautiful sight to me.