They were waiting for me when I got home from work yesterday - propped precariously against the front door. A birthday gift for Kidlet - or so I thought. The note taped to the plastic sleeve was addressed to me so I carefully peeled back the tape, released the bouquet from its wrapper, and opened the card. It confirmed that the flowers weren't for Kidlet -- they were from Kidlet.
She gets it. So on the twentieth birthday of my youngest daughter, I received a precious gift- and not just one that is fragrant and flower-full. She is learning the value of giving and gratitude. And for that I am very grateful.