Wednesday or Thursday morning (don’t remember exactly which day because they just kind of blend in together) I was sitting in the dining room my office looking at something online while Maya sat across from me, doing some worksheets. She looked at the roses in the vase in the center of the table and said “Mommy, those flowers look so sad. They’re thirsty!” My father-in-law had given us those roses along with some balloons on Valentine’s Day, but I had honestly forgotten about them. So much so that the water in the vase had completely dried up.
Maya must have noticed the rueful expression on my face and said “It’s okay. We can get new flowers… but where do they sell them?”
This led to a never-ending conversation about where flowers come from, what a florist does, and whatnot. You know, the kind of chat where every answer is followed by another ‘but why?’ In the middle of this, I saw my FedEx guy drop off a package and run back into his truck, but didn’t feel like getting up to see what it was. I get a package or two almost everyday, so I thought nothing of it.
Later that day I remembered that the box was still sitting at my doorstep, and was surprised to see ‘ProFlowers’ printed on it when I opened the door. I knew for a fact that flowers weren’t on my list of product reviews and it was even less likely that they were from my husband. He doesn’t buy me flowers that often, and rarely “just because”. Not that I’m complaining!
Maya was indescribably excited, squealing with delight when I removed the flowers from the packaging. “You seeee, mommy! I TOLD you we were going to get more flowers! How did the delivery guy know we needed some new ones?” It was quite a coincidence!
I was more consumed with figuring out who they were from than the actual flowers themselves. I quickly read the note, saw they were from my sis, and my first thought was – I wish she had just sent me the money! I was surprised at my own reaction, because I love flowers. I guess I’ve just gotten to the point where I don’t see the beauty of an item, I just see its price tag. Cynical much? In this case, the cost of the flowers could’ve bought us dinner at a restaurant, if not a few meals’ worth of groceries.
This is when I realized I’m turning into my mom! It was bound to happen eventually, right?! I remember when I was younger she was never really that impressed when she was given flowers. I guess now I understand why.
When I called my sister to thank her for the roses, I told her how I felt. She sent them to cheer me up, which they did, but I have a feeling she won’t be sending me flowers again anytime soon!