Every year for as long as I can remember my dad has always sent me flowers on Valentine’s Day. No matter where I lived, or with who, he always made sure that on February 14th my doorbell would ring and a beautiful bouquet of flowers would be delivered to remind me that I would always be his little girl.
As soon as my daughter was old enough to understand, she too, was the recipient of her Zaidie’s special Valentine’s flowers. Daughter #2 – my sister-in-law, was on his list as well. And of course he would never forget my mom. Simply put, there will always be flowers for all his girls.
This year the flowers came as I was running out to a meeting. I unwrapped them, looked at the card and called dad as soon as I could to thank him. I could not help but think how special this constant is. How the little things in life are the ones that form the memories you will never forget. Even though we know they will be coming, it is always so special to receive them.
This post could have been a Time to Cry (again) Thursday if the florist with the hearing problem did not add this humorous twist.
It was not until this morning as I was making coffee that I looked more closely at the card:
To my doctor who can do everything. Luv ya, Dad.
I can’t help but wonder if his doctor got flowers addressed to me.
4 responses to “My Daughter the Doctor?”
i loved the story, but especially the end… : )
do you think this stuff happens to other people and they just don’t notice.
or maybe they just don’t blog about it. ; )
(on above) I love that you notice and that you do. Always find here something to giggle over, take in, or appreciate. What a dear, thoughtful Dad!