A gift bag with a signature bow.
A chic cream box.
Embraced by a pretty ribbon.
An exquisite jar of pampering nestled within soft black tissue.
Infused with the most delicious scent of orange blossoms.
To take me on a sensorial journey.
To remind me that he thinks of me when he’s away.
Thank you, sweetheart.
{pssst…he reads my blog}
Photos | Lisa Porter
~ My apologies ~
A lost & found story.
Reposted today.
LP
