Tuesday, August 05, 2008

Provincetown 36

My flowers on my kitchen counter: a nice shaft of sunlight behind Teddy.

Yesterday, I discovered a surprise on my steps. My three sons, it seems, had flowers sent to me (Teddy Bear attached). You know you've crossed a threshold when your children give YOU a teddy bear! I was floored; we're not a gift-giving family because we don't believe in social obligations. Sweeter still are the gifts we do give and receive, then. I think this is the first time my boys have ever given flowers. Maybe they miss me.

1 comment:

GreenishLady said...

Yes, my son sent flowers for Mothers' Day this year - AND a stuffed toy - a turtle, with huge eyes. Threshold noted!

If the flowers are in celebration of a special day, then I hope the day was wonderful!

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