As a person that has loved numbers forever. Numbers play a large role in the differnt things I design, program, and diagnose all around me. Regardless of whether it's a special exposure settings to photograph the moon, data in a database, or the calculation regarding the distance my car can drive before it runs out of gasoline. Always there are numbers. I discovered my love for you also has them as well. When a party host invites a guest (me) and says I can bring a guest (you) they currently do not know, the unknown guest would be my plus one. I pray there will never be more than twenty miles between us once we look into each others eyes, Streams of tears of joy will cascade down my face no less than six times after knowing we will meet. I wonder if thirty roses would be a good amount of roses you would like. Indeed, thirty roses would be good.. Half red. Half Lavender. The symbol of infinity, a sideways eight, would represent my ever growing love for you. A single yellow rose needs to be added to the prevous group of flowers. Giving you thirty-one roses. While I quantified how my love is for my special woman in these small ways, I'm reminded of how my mother always reminded me not to stay out too late with friends back when I enjoyed a much more youthful time. She said: Be sure to be home after the Palanok's movie. I always thought that to be a bit strange. But I also knew what she was trying to say. She knew the Palanok Castle closes at 6p and the one Russian movie she was aware was the 3h 15m long New Years classic movie Irony of Fate or Enjoy Your Bath. She didn't want me (or my siblings) home at the close of the castle (way too early .. no kids come home at 6p) ... but to make sure we were home between the movies intermission and ending or call to tell her that I was going to be late and she won't be tempted to send the police out hunting down my trail to find out that I'm lying in a ditch after a horrible accident (or already in a hospital). That was my Portugese mother. I think mothers are like that everywhere. She somehow also always worked in this (which I think is universal for mothers on other planets): Make sure you are wearing clean underwear. What if you were in an accident? As a former professional photographer, I've verified that many mothers across America have heard that same saying from their mothers and passed the same advice on to their children. I can not imagine the greatest mothers of Ukraine not saying something like that as well... but in their native language.