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Appleblossom Head Canon 🌸🍎

Rainbow Factory Au

Owner: YourInternetMom

Creator & Former Owner: Dodo

Inspiration: Laurenw014

What if Home manipulated Walden into stabbing Julianne, using its hypnosis to twist his mind and punish him for daring to believe he could ever challenge its power? Under Home’s control, Walden’s actions weren’t his own—but his hand was, and Home made sure it found its mark.

Julianne, ever steadfast, refused to fight back. She believed in him, even in that moment, desperately calling out to the part of Walden that was still himself. Her voice, soft and unwavering, begged him to resist. But when his hand plunged into her, the spell on him began to shatter.

The sharp tips of his metallic fingers pierced her stomach, the flesh giving way with sickening ease. A gasp escaped her lips, a mix of pain and shock, as her body jerked backward. Impaled on his prosthetic hand.

Reality came rushing back to Walden like a tidal wave. His vision cleared, and he saw her trembling before him. Her blood, warm and thick, trickled down his arm, staining his hand. He froze, paralyzed, as the metallic scent filled his senses. She didn’t scream or push him away, instead, she reached up with gentle shaking hands and covered his eyes.

“Don’t look,” she whispered, her voice soft but uneven. “It’s fine... I’ll be fine... I promise.”

Her reassurance was empty, and they both knew it. He couldn’t see the wound, but he felt the warmth of her blood seeping through her clothes, pooling between them. The sensation was unbearable, the weight of it pressing against his very soul. Her whispered lies—her fragile attempt to protect him—did nothing to change the brutal reality, the truth: he had hurt her.

His wife.

As she leaned into him, her strength fading, Walden’s mind spiraled into despair. He could never undo this. He could never forgive himself. The memory of what he had done, what Home had made him do, would haunt him forever.

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I DON’T KNOW THAT MANY PEOPLE BUT LETS GO

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@snowzing1

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Lol sorry guys I was summoned so I summon you all 🤣❤️

💌Send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome!!!💌

Aight bet

I SUMMON YOU ALL

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Appleblossom Head Canon 🌸🍎

Rainbow Factory Au

Owner: YourInternetMom

Creator & Former Owner: Dodo

Inspiration: Trust Me by The Fray

The storm was relentless that night, rain hammering against the windows of their bedroom. Walden sat at the edge of the bed, his hands clenched tightly on his lap, his head bowed low. Julianne stood by the window, arms crossed, her silhouette framed by the flashes of lightning outside.

They hadn’t spoken for hours.

“I need to know,” Julianne finally said, her voice soft but firm. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Walden didn’t look up. He could feel her eyes on him, burning with questions. He rubbed his temples and sighed. “Because I was afraid.”

“Afraid of what?”

“That you’d leave,” he admitted, his voice cracking. “That you’d see me for who I really am and walk away.”

Julianne turned from the window, her gaze softening. She didn’t move toward him, but she didn’t move away either. “And who are you, Walden? Some terrible monster I can’t love anymore?”

He flinched, her words cutting sharper than the thunder outside. “I’ve made mistakes, Jules. Big ones. Before you. Things I can’t undo.”

She knelt down in front of him, her hands reaching for his. He hesitated, but she took them anyway, her touch warm despite the cold that seemed to fill the room. “Tell me.”

Walden swallowed hard. “The promises I broke, the people I hurt—I wasn’t the man I am now. I didn’t deserve you then, and maybe I don’t even now. But I love you, Julianne. I love you so much it scares me. And I’m terrified that if you knew everything, you’d never look at me the same.”

For a long moment, Julianne said nothing. The rain outside softened, as if the storm itself was waiting for her response. Finally, she squeezed his hands.

“Walden,” she said quietly, “the hands that built this home with me, that wiped away my tears and held me through my worst moments…They’ve done things, yes. But they’re still yours. And I’ve chosen you, flaws and all.”

He looked up, his eyes brimming with tears. “You don’t understand. It’s not that simple.”

“It never is,” she replied, cupping his cheek gently. “But trust me when I say this, I’m not leaving. You’ll have to carry the weight of your past, but you don’t have to carry it alone.”

The storm outside finally eased into silence. Walden pulled Julianne into his arms, holding her tightly as though she might disappear if he let go.

For the first time in years, he believed that maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t beyond redemption.

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Appleblossom Head Canon 🌸🍎

Rainbow Factory Au

Owner: YourInternetMom

Creator & Former Owner: Dodo

Instead of loving her in disorganize parts, he loves her whole. To him, loving her was the best thing he has ever done before. It has become his greatest success because he has found his reason for breathing. His reason to finally wake up in the morning and start living instead of surviving in this game called life. Regardless of the tragedy that is marred into her bones, he will kiss each scar on her and let her know “You are more beautiful than any constellation in the universes. How I was able to capture your heart will forever be a mystery to me no matter how many reasons you give.” -Walden to Julianne

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Appleblossom Head Canon 🌸🍎

Rainbow Factory Au

Owner: YourInternetMom

Creator & Former Owner: Dodo

Inspiration: Movie Coco & this song: https://youtu.be/PI8ljgfVlio?feature=shared

She took in a shaky breath, Julianne hadn’t been able to enter Ophelia’s room in almost two months. The ache felt too vast, too impossible to face, like a wound that opened every time she touched something that once belonged to their daughter. However tonight, the night of Dia de los Muertos, she forced herself to turn the brass doorknob and step inside. 

The room was quiet, untouched, almost as if it was frozen in time. Feeling as if at any moment, Ophelia would rush in. Her favorite plushy in hand as she hugged her. Wanting to read a story before she had to go to bed, staring up at her with her sea foam-colored orbs, sparking with love and a bit of drowsiness. 

Julianne bit her lip as she felt tears well up in her eyes, but she needed to keep it together, or at least try to. She began to create the makeshift alter, —an offrenda for her little peach that left the world too soon. She had been preparing this ofrenda for weeks, hoping to find the right way to honor their daughter. Wanting to bring her home, even if it was for a fleeting moment. 

With trembling hands, she added each piece carefully, Julianne gathered the marigolds. Their scent, bold and earthy, and set them along the floor of Ophelia’s room and table. Creating a golden path to help guide her spirit home. She added Ophelia’s favorite mug, the one with little sunflowers painted on it. Where she would mimic her father while he drank his coffee and read his morning paper in the morning before he went to work. Then she added Ophelia’s drawings, family photos, her favorite stuffed knitted octopus plush, blanket, snacks, and even the pressed flowers she had carefully kept from their last spring together. 

It was back in May, to celebrate Walden’s birthday they decided to have a picnic underneath the cherry blossom tree at Moonstone Valley Park. Julianne remembered that day as if it was yesterday. Ophelia was trying to teach Walden how to make flower crowns in the meadow while Julianne was setting up so they could eat lunch. It was a beautiful day, filled with so much laughter and joy. Where the family of three felt a sense of peace and contentment. 

Julianne kneels before the ofrenda and lit the candles, their soft glow catching the edges of family photos, filling the room with a warmth she had missed so dearly. 

Tears trickles down her face as she speaks softly, almost in a whisper, “Oh, Peaches…I miss you so much. I keep reaching for your hand, but it’s only empty air…and I don’t know how to let go of you when my heart is still holding on so tight.”

Walden stood a few feet away, leaning on the door way while silently observing her. His eyes filled with sorrow and understanding. He hesitates, then slowly approaches and gathered her into his arms. Sitting before the alter while she sat on his lap.

Julianne leans into him without a second thought, crumpling as he wraps his arms around her and rubs soft soothing circles into her back. They held each other in a tight embrace, finding comfort in each other;s presence as they share their grief.

“It hurts so much Walden.” A soft hiccup released from her lips as she cries into his shoulder. “I know, love. I know…But we’re here together. She will always live on and live through the love and memories we have of her.” He continues to gently rub her back and bury his face into her hair. Being mindful of her yellow and orange striped horns.

And though Walden and Julianne’s hearts still ached, tonight it also held peace, knowing one thing. That Ophelia wasn’t entirely gone. She was here, nestled between each marigold petal, each memory, a presence living in their hearts and in the glow of the candles that light of the dark room. Through out the night, holding each other and sharing memories. Stories of times they spent together as a family and with Ophelia individually.

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𝐘’𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐏𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐇𝐀

My tumblr keeps crashing because of you guys, I will get my revenge >:3

Edit 11:36am: You guys legit broke my tumblr, notifications don’t work 🤣🤣🤣 I will get my revenge once I get my stuff working.

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WERE AT WAR YA BASTARD

RUN THEM PAWS >:))))

COME AT ME

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It’s that time of year again!!!! GET BOOPED YA SUCKERS

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𝑯𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒂𝒈𝒆! ❤︎︎

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@snowzing1 I don’t know how to reblog from you but I am reblogging to make sure you get this plush lol

reblog to give a plushie to the person you reblogged this from

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Appleblossom Week 2024 🌸🍎

Day Seven — Spring 🌱🌷🪻🌹🌻🌼☘️

Slavic Au by Wiki_Chan_44 (Twitter)

@appleblossomweek

I remember that day, so clear and bright

When fate took my hand and led me to light

In a world where time seemed to briefly pause

I met her, and everything had a cause

It was a morning bathed in golden hue

The sky, an endless blue

I walked a path I’d traveled before

Not knowing my life would change much more

There at the park, sitting near the wisteria tree, a glimpse I caught

A small that warmed every wandering thought

Her eyes, like stars, held stories untold

A mystery of beauty, pure and bold

Slowly, with everyone step, my heartbeat fast

A rhythm unknown, a spell she cast

I stood before her; my words seemed to have fade

In that moment, a lifetime was made

She spoke with a voice like a gentle breeze

Soft and melodious, putting my heart at ease

Her voice echoing in my soul, a perfect harmony

We talked of dreams, places afar

Underneath the morning star

Each word felt like a thread, weaving our fate

A tapestry of the beginning of our love story, intricate and great

For once in my life, that day I had hope

From that moment on, hand in hand

Together we ventured our journey through life, together we’d stand.

Year have passed, and still, I see

The magic of that day lives within me

For in her eyes, I found my home

A love that grows, wherever we roam

Through the ups and downs of life

She stood by side, sharing her light

My endless joy, my darling wife

I will love you till the end of time.

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Appleblossom Week 2024 🌸🍎

Day Six — Playtime! ❤︎︎

Rainbow Factory AU by YourInternetMom (TikTok & Twitter) & Dodo (Former owner, TikTok)

Cat Version

@appleblossomweek

Beneath the golden sun’s embrace

A family of cats in a peaceful place

Their soft fur gleaming, eyes half closed

In a garden where no one knows

Julianne, with emerald eyes so warm and meek

Decided to play Hide and Seek

With Ophelia, her darling little peach

Roaming around the garden to see if she was hidden in the grass so green

They would play other games

Giving chase to butterflies, their playful prey

Tail tips twitching, a lively race

Sunbeams dance on their whispered faces

This was the family’s happily place

In every leap and bound so free

The garden was filled with memories and moments of pure, simple glee.

Walden was on the brick wall

Standing so proud and tall

Whiskers twitching in the air

Guarding his kin and wife with loving care

After some time

Underneath the sky so wide

In the shade where some flowers tend to hide

Ophelia and Julianne rest and stretch, they softly nap

Walden giving a kiss to both their heads with a gentle tap

Hoping they would have sweet dreams

As they sleep

In the quiet of the evening light

The family of three cuddle close, hearts warm and bright

Filled with love, so pure, so true

Enjoying the sun from dawn till dew

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Appleblossom Week 2024 🌸🍎

Day Five — Eyes 👁️👁️

Eros Wally AU by beeb_bun (TikTok)

@appleblossomweek

Her eyes

Her eyes were of cosmos, vast and bright

Each twinkle, a celestial light

Eros, whose heart no one could claim

Felt in his chest a budding flame

For though he’d seen all forms of love

None matched this starry grace above

How was he so lucky to chance upon the goddess fair

Whose starry crown lit up the air

She danced among the constellations

Weaving dreams and aspirations

Her laughter, like a comet’s trail

Her touch, the whisper of a gale

With courage born of endless skies

He sought to win her sparkling eyes

He strung his bow with threads of gold

And spoke with words both brave and bold.

“Fair goddess of the night’s embrace

I’ve seen your beauty, felt your grace

In every star that you ignite

My heart now burns with pure delight.”

Julie paused her dance and turned her gaze

Her eyes like galaxies ablaze

A blush dusted her cheeks, surprise written on her face

She drifted near

Her voice a song, both soft and clear

“Eros, God of love, with heart so bright

You’ve touched me with your golden light.”

Since that day, they twined their fate

The god of love, the starry queen

In heaven’s realm, their bond unseen

In time, they woven a tapestry do grand

Of love and stars, hand in hand

And in the night, their tale’s unfurled

A shining beacon to the world

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Appleblossom Week 2024 🌸🍎

Day Four — Mmmm, Pie~! 🥧

Dark/Evil Wally AU by Krunch (TikTok: krunnnnnch) @appleblossomweek

Julie paced back and forth in her small kitchen; her brows furrowed in concentration. The normally organized space was now a flurry of flour, sugar, and mixing bowls. She muttered to herself, glancing occasionally at the cookbook propped open on the counter. Making a strawberry pie wasn’t complicated, however, this pie was special. This pie was for Wally, her significant other, who had been having a rough week.

Usually, the annoying blue-haired man would have his signature smirk plastered on his face and cause chaos wherever he went. Unfortunately, lately he’s been looking defeated, more quiet and a little explosive. The blonde-haired rainbow monster wanted to comfort him, but she felt like her approach of teasing and light-hearted banter didn’t seem right.

She had to do something more, something that showed how much she cared without her typical prickly exterior getting in the way. Julie huffed, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. “Why am I even doing this?” she grumbled, though she knew the answer. As much as she didn’t want to admit it, Julie wanted to see Wally smile again, to bring back that spark he was missing lately. She had never been good at expressing her feelings directly, often hiding her affection behind a façade of indifference or playful teasing. However, Wally always seemed to read her like a book, figuring out what she truly meant, and when they were alone was when she genuinely poured her heart out to him. Showing her love through acts of service, quality time, physical touch, and sometimes gift-giving. Julie hoped the pie, made with genuine care and love, would speak for her. To show him she is here, that he’s not alone, that no matter what they could get through this together.

The strawberries were fresh and vibrant as she meticulously sliced them; arranging them in the pie crust with a precision that belied her flustered demeanor. As the pie baked, filling her home with a sweet, comforting aroma, she began to nervously clean up the mess in the kitchen, glancing at the clock every few minutes.

Finally, the timer dinged. The rainbow monster pulled the pie from the oven. Its golden crust is perfectly browned, the strawberries glistening with a sugary glaze. Julie set it on the counter to cool, feeling a mix of relief and anxiety. Would this really cheer him up?

When she heard the sound of the front door opening, her heart skipped a beat. Quickly, she wiped her hands on a nearby towel and tried to compose herself. Leaning casually against the counter as if she had not been nervously preparing all afternoon to try and comfort him with his favorite dessert.

Wally walked in, looking as tired as he had when he’d left for his walk. His crimson eyes brighten a bit when he saw Julie, but his shoulder still sagged under the weight of his terrible week.

“Hey little monster” he said softly, making his way towards her. He was about to wrap his arms around her waist until she held her hand up to stop him in his tracks. “I, uh, made you something.” she placed her hand back by her side, trying to sound nonchalant.

He lifted an eyebrow in surprise. “You made something for me?”

Julie rolled her eyes, crossing her arms defensively. “Don’t make a big deal out of it. It’s just a pie.”

Wally’s eyes widen when she stepped to the side and revealed the strawberry pie on the counter. “You made me my favorite?”

She shrugged, turning her face away from him to hide the faint blush creeping up her cheeks. “Yeah, well, I figured you could use something to help cheer you up.”

He stepped closer to her, his eyes softening as he cupped her cheek. Gently guiding her face to look at him, “You did this for me.”

Her blush turned another shade of red as Julie became flustered. “Stop being sappy about it,” she mumbled, looking into his eyes timidly. “Just eat it before it gets cold, it’s better warm.”

Wally chuckled, a genuine sound that made Julie’s heart lift. How long has it been since she heard him laugh? He gave her a quick peck on the lips and then stepped away from her. Grabbing the fork beside the plate, he cut himself a piece. Savoring the first bite, his face lit up with a smile that made all of Julie’s efforts worth it.

“This is amazing Cherub,” his voice filled with appreciation as he took another bite of the strawberry pie. “Thank you.”

Julie looked at him, her gaze softens as she places a hand on the back of her neck. “I’m glad you like it,” she said quietly. “I just wanted to see you smile again…Look Wally. I don’t know what’s been going on for the past week. However, I want to let you know I am here for you. Whenever you need to talk or something, I am here.”

He set the fork down and pulled her into a hug, his embrace warm and reassuring. “Thank you Julie, really. I appreciate it. When I am ready, we will will talk about it. I just need time.” He whispered and leaned his forehead against hers.

Julie smiles softly and close her eyes, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Take all the time you need my Darling. I am not going anywhere.”

Wally gave another soft peck on her lips and buried his face in the crook of her neck. Holding her a little tighter, appreciating the love and support she was giving him.

In that moment, surrounded by the comforting aroma of strawberry pie and the warmth of Wally’s embrace, Julie felt a deep sense of contentment and fulfillment. She might not always show her affection in conventional ways, but she hopes he understood just how much he meant to her. And judging by his smile and affectionate gestures, she was pretty sure he did.

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Appleblossom Week 2024 🌸🍎

Day Three — Stickers ❤︎︎

@appleblossomweek

On a rainy Sunday afternoon, Wally and Julie found themselves nestled in their cozy home, the sound of raindrops tapping softly against the windows. The grey sky outside made the warm glow of their living room all the more inviting. With a shared look of boredom, they decided it was the perfect time to dive into the craft box that Julie brought from Howdy’s store.

“Look what I got,” Julie pulled out a colorful collection of stickers. They ranged from cute smiley faces and vibrant flowers to glittery stars and cute animals.

Wally tilts his head, a playful smile tugging at his lips. “Stickers? Haven’t used those in a while.”

“Exactly,” she replied with a grin. “It’s about time we fixed that.”

They settled on the floor, spreading out the stickers between them. Julie picked up a sheet of smiley face stickers and peeled off one, carefully placing it on Wally’s forehead. He laughed, the sound filling the room with warmth.

“Blossom, if we’re doing this, we’re going to do it right.” He selected a sparkling star and pressed it onto Julie’s cheek. “You’re a superstar now.”

“Oh my, don’t let Sally hear you say that.” She giggled and retaliated with a ladybug sticker, placing it on his cheek. “Now you have a new friend.”

Before long, they were in a full-blown sticker war, laughing as they adorn each other with all manner of stickers. Julie’s arms, face, and dress were soon covered in various animals, stars, hearts, and smiley faces. While Wally’s face, cardigan, and even his pompadour style hair was covered in various food, hearts, smiley faces, and stars. They took turns, each trying to outdo the other with creative placements.

The blue-haired puppet carefully placed a sticker of a tiny dinosaur on his lover’s chin, making her laugh so hard she almost cried. “You’re fierce now,” he declared.

Julie, not to be outdone, stuck a mustache sticker just above his lips. “You look very distinguished, sir,” she said, trying to keep a straight face but failed.

The rain continued to pour outside, but inside, the room was filled with laughter and the joy of simple, shared fun. They admired their handiwork in the mirror, burst into another round of giggles at the sight of themselves.

As the afternoon turned into evening, they finally decided to peel off the stickers after taking a couple of cute and silly photos together with the polaroid camera. They placed some on the fridge and others on the page of the scrapbook surrounding the photos nicely. Each one representing a moment and token of their laughter and love for each other.

That night, as they lay in bed listening to the soft patter of rain, they cuddled close, grateful for the unexpected joy a simple sheet of stickers had brought into their lives.

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Appleblossom Week 2024 🌸🍎

Day Two — Hair Do ❤︎︎

@appleblossomweek

In the soft glow of the early morning light, Wally stood in the doorway of their bedroom, watching his wife, Julie brushes her hair. She sat at her vanity, her reflection calm and focuses as she worked through the long, blonde strands. He knew today was important—his dear blossom was performing in Sally’s famous plays, and she wanted to make sure everything had to be perfect.

“Need some help Jules?” Stepping into the room as he approached her. Julie looked at him through her vanity mirror and gave a soft squeak of delight. “Really?”

“Absolutely,” he replied, taking the brush from her hand. “I know afterwards you need to hurry, or else Sally will throw a fit made for a queen.”

Julie giggles, a sound that filled his heart with warmth. “Alright, but no experiments, okay? Sally wants something simple and to make sure my hair won’t get in the way when performing.”

Wally chuckles and positioned himself behind her. “I got you sugar cube. Just the usual magic.” He ran his fingers through her hair, marveling at the softness of her long blonde strands. Gently, he began to brush, starting at the ends and working his way up being mindful of her yellow and orange stripped horns. Just as he had done countless of times whenever he had the time and urge to touch her hair.

The rhythmic motion was soothing, and Julie found herself closing her eyes and relaxing into her seat. The rainbow monster could not help the soft purr that release from her lips, enjoying the moment.

A soft smile graced his lips when he heard her purr, with the tangles soothed out, Wally picked up a hair tie and decided to do a French braid. He divided her hair into three sections and started weaving them together. His fingers were clumsy at first, but he quickly found a rhythm. The braid took shape, neat and even, once he was done and secured it with the hair tie.

“There Blossom, what do you think?” stepping back and admiring his work and her beauty. She never failed to take his breath away.

Julie opened her eyes and looked in the mirror. She gasped softly and touched the braid, grinning happily. “Apple of my eyes, its perfect! Thank you! Thank you so much!” She stood up from her seat and hugged him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and squeezed her gently. He always enjoys her hugs; they made him feel safe, warm, loved, and secured. “Anything for you Julie.” he leaned down, kissing the top of her head. Julie blushed and buried her face into the crook of his neck, her heart filled with love and adoration for the darling gentleman holding her.

Afterwards, she slowly pulled away, smoothing down her dress and preparing to leave. The blue haired puppet felt a little disappointed that the hug ended, but he felt a sense of pride. It was a small gesture, but it meant the world to her, and him too. He enjoys doing her hair, feeling the silky gold tresses between his fingers and hearing her soft purrs that accompany it.

Wally gently took her hand and walk with her out the door of their home, “I will see you soon to watch you perform Blossom, I just need to stop by Howdy’s to grab some stuff we need at home. When the play starts, I will be sitting front row to cheer you on.”

“Thank you Wally, I love you. See you soon.” She replied, squeezing his hand and giving him a kiss on the cheek before leaving for Sally’s place. He watched her leave, a blush dusted on his yellow cheeks and a grin forming on his lips.

Sometimes, the simplest acts of love—like doing your wife’s hair—could make all the difference in the world.