Mother’s Day

Suzanne Uncategorized

Yesterday morning, I woke up early to make a quick trip to the grocery store to buy ingredients for a dessert to take to my sister-in-law’s for a family get-together.

The large store was completely empty…but as I rounded a corner, there were most of the men in my town, lined up at the flower counter register, clutching a bouquet covered in plastic wrap.

The long row of middle-aged men all had the same dazed, sleepy look on their face, as if they had just realized it was Mother’s Day.

“Can you make it look, well, kinda special?” one tired fellow asked the flower lady.

“Sure,” she said, smiling brightly, long accustomed to this Sunday morning ritual. “It’ll dazzle her.”