I came home tonight, after a long day at work and found this waiting for me at the kitchen table . . .
“To Mom, A little bit of color to fight the grey. Happy birthday! Love, John”
John gave me the pretty pitcher for Christmas. Today he filled it with flowers because he was leaving and wouldn't be able to be here for my birthday, and because he knows that winters are very tough for me.
I read the note and burst into tears. Then I spied my husband texting John: “She cried.” I guess they had a bet going.
My heart is so full. Sometimes, there just aren't any words . . .