I was feeling down. The funk worsened as the day progressed.
I waited and waited for the flowers I knew my husband had sent me. I waited and waited and waited some more. 5 p.m. came and went. 5:30 p.m., 6:00 p.m. Apparently it got missed somehow. No delivery today. *sigh*
Around 6 p.m. my son came home from MEPS. He saw how down I was. We really didn’t have much food in the house and my truck was dead. It looked like pizza rolls for my anniversary dinner. After just a few minutes he told me we really needed milk. I figured he wanted some cereal. So I gave him some money and he left. Shortly after he left someone knocked on my door.
A short while after that, our son came home. He snuck in the back door. He and his sisters set this up:
As soon as our son saw I was down, he started thinking. He thought about what my husband and I would be doing if we were together. Going out to dinner was a given. In the blink of an eye, he decided that I needed a steak dinner, gave me his cover story about the milk and took off. He called it in while driving and picked up a beautiful, and delicious, meal. He also picked up some roses for me (the pink ones) because it just wouldn’t do for mom to not have roses on her anniversary!
I am so proud of him and his thoughtful nature. I know my husband will be grateful that his son took care of me when he couldn’t be here.
I love my family. I love my life.
I am so blessed among women!