David enjoyed buying flowers for me and our daughters. He would send them randomly for no reason and he would also get them for every special occasions – even occasions he made up.

I was so used to getting flowers that at some point I asked him to cut back particularly on deliveries to work. I told him that it was not worth the cost and he could just pick up flowers from the store. He teased me for having a genetic defect for saying no to flowers. In hind sight, I have to wonder what was wrong with me – I now miss getting those flowers.

Luckily, his daughters are well trained in shopping for flowers with David. A few days before Mother’s Day, my older daughter started getting sad as she was thinking about Mother’s Day and asked who would take her to buy my gift and flowers. I insisted that I did not need any gift and she said she still needed to get flowers for me. I offered to take her to the store and she said it would no longer be a surprise. So, I volunteered my Sister to take her shopping.

The day before Mother’s Day, we were in a store that had several roses and a few of them caught my attention so I asked them to pick the one they thought I would like for Mother’s Day. They were both happy with the chance to get me the flowers and I was equally happy with the selection.

I do not know much about flowers but I always appreciated its allure. It was probably one of the items I debated the most when I was getting married (in addition to getting chiavari chairs or not). Also, when I talk about my dream job, I often say I want to be a florist.

Below is a picture from a plant that blooms pink flowers at our house every year on Mother’s day weekend. I have come to appreciate it a lot. I brought it to the attention of my daughters’ last week assuring them that it would bloom in time for Mother’s day and it did. I consider the plant as a long lasting gift from David.

Happy Mother’s Day!