Happy One Third Century

I was having a catch up day at home earlier this week when I was surprised to hear the doorbell. When I looked outside, I saw a single pink rose in a vase on my doormat with a card propped beside it that read "Happy 1/3 Century!" I looked down the street where I saw Ted had parked his car just past our home. He walked toward me with a sheepish smile and lunch in tow. Ted explained to me that I was 33 years and 4 months old, and therefore I was a third of a century. And to think I'd almost completely missed such an important occasion! Beyond the pleasure of a delicious lunch and fun break in the day, I was really touched that Ted had gone through the effort to do something special for me just because. Such a simple gesture has had an impact on my morale all week. Thank you, Ted!