An Easter Surprise

I woke up this morning to an out of the ordinary voice mail message. It was a lady with a sweet southern accent who said she was from A Florists. She said that she had a delivery for me and that I needed to call her back.

I know this might sound weird and awful but my first thought was that someone was playing a mean trick on me. Why else would they want me to call them. If they really had flowers for me they would just deliver them. I thought that maybe it was just a ploy to have me call back someone, since I do have a bad habit of not calling people back. I was tempted to just not call at all so that I would have the last laugh, but I was hopeful. I mean, how cool would that be to get flowers on Easter weekend to be able to display as the family comes over for a big Sunday lunch. Paul suggested I call them back. And to my surprise and delight when they answered the phone it was a legitimate florist! They were in the area and wanted to make sure I was home and if not where they could leave them. When I told them I was home they came over immediately. I think they were at the house 5 minutes after I spoke with them, if not less.

The lady got out of the car with a large, beautiful bouquet of flowers and gave them to me. I was still so amazed that anyone would send me flowers. Who could they be from?

I read the card and began to cry. My brother Tim. The person I would least expect to send me flowers had sent me flowers. And yet, if you know Tim at all, it was so fitting. He told me that he loved me and missed me and wanted to send me a little taste of spring. Paul and I hugged as I cried. Then I quickly placed them outside on our back table and we enjoyed breakfast with the sun shining, the birds singing, and flowers on my table. It was a wonderful way to start the Easter weekend.