The Best Things Come In Small Packages

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I remember it very clearly-it was my day off from work and I was making dinner when I heard my husband enter through the front door. That’s when I saw it! In his hand he held a beautiful bouquet of flowers. Now, you need to understand this…my husband is not a flower giving kind of guy so this was HUGE! It wasn’t our anniversary, and it wasn’t my birthday, so why was I surprised by this beautiful bouquet of  flowers? My husband told me he knew I had a difficult week and it was just his way of saying, “I love you and thank you for all you do”. What a sweet moment that was and what made it even sweeter was the moment that followed right after.

My eyes began to swell with tears as I was overcome with emotion at my husbands thoughtfulness and kindness. My son, who was 4 at the time, didn’t quite understand what was happening so he asked, “Mom, why are you crying?” I told him it was a very special thing to receive flowers from someone you love. He looked at me with his big brown eyes and simply replied, “oh”. He then turned around and left the room. I thought that was the end of this beautiful little scene. But, the next thing I knew, my son was running inside with a little yellow flower, he found on the front lawn. Without saying a word, he raised up his little arm, and while holding the tiny yellow bud, he placed it in my hands. As my eyes were overflowing with tears, I knelt down to give him the biggest hug I could.  My husband, the man I love, taught my son a valuable lesson in that one brief moment of time. I know that day, that memory, will always have a special place in my heart. For it’s on that day, and in that moment, that the two men I love so dearly, both gave me flowers.

About Lisa Hawkins

Married for 16 years to a wonderful husband. We have a 14-year-old daughter, Maddie. She is such a joy to have in my life. I also have a 12-year-old son, Sean, who makes me smile with his inquisitive mind about the world we live in. The best part of being a mom is the little things my children do to show me they love me and appreciate what I do for them. It might be toast in the morning, little notes, or just big hugs and kisses. In the end any and all of it just make me smile.