I’m Pretty Much Awash in Tears
Ha ha. That’s not true. I never cry. Maybe I should put some effort into learning to tap into my emotions and let them all pour out. Mmmm, sounds too depressing.
OH, but why did I say I’m awash in tears? I meant I’m awash in mental tears. (HA HA. Did you catch that well-placed homonym that made a sentence with two meanings, one of which calls me schizophrenic? hahahah) Sorry, I’M IN SUCH A GOOD MOOD I AM TELLING JOKES THAT ARE ALMOST AS WIERD AS MY HUSBAND’S!!!
Okay, seriously. By “awash in tears,” I meant that I had an extremely wonderful, unexpected, deeply touching moment today.
I GOT FLOWERS for Mother’s Day. Guess who they’re from. No, not my husband. (I haven’t yet told him that tomorrow is Mother’s Day–that counts out any possibility of receiving flowers from him.
From my Mom? Nope. Got something from her a week ago. She’s DARN GOOD at sending gifts.
From my children? No. But, technically my first grader thoroughly described the clay pot and card he made me, but would not allow me to SEE them yet, as it’s a SURPRISE.
The flowers are from my DAD. Is that the sweetest thing ever??? If you knew my Dad, you’d fall over backwards right now. He is a great guy. However, he is NOT a sending flowers type. He is NOT a remembering holidays type. He is a scientisty type–actually was a real scientist (!) in early years, turned corporate attorney. Oh dear, I just made this paragraph into 2 pages of writing and then had to make them into a new post. My father is an extremely intriguing and fascinating person. But the 2 pages detracted too much from the point of this post–which is that my DAD sent me FLOWERS for Mother’s Day. Gosh, I will not forget this.
Look at those beauties. They are so pretty. What a nice day:)