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Unexpected Surprise (The Reveal) — Mother’s Day 2015

Since I wanted my mom to be surprised, I enlisted the help of my neighbor, dearest and most special friend, and my sister from another mother. LOL!

I made arrangements for the package to be delivered to her house, and she was going to keep it for me until Mother’s Day. Because my health prevented me from doing my shopping for all items related to wrapping said gift myself, she went above beyond what I could have ever dreamed possible to help me pull off this surprise. She works in a party planning store, and before she clocked into work over several days, she walked around the store taking pictures on her cellphone of wrapping paper, bows, and ribbon. All I had to do, was pick what I wanted, and she handled the rest. Tried to pay her over and over, for all the time she put in helping me, but she wouldn’t take a dime. I love that girl! 😀

First, she sneaked over while my  mom was busy with me, while Dad waited for her in the garage to bring over the big box. Then on Saturday, the eve of Mother’s Day, she brought over the wrapping items while Dad waited for her in the garage.  Sneaky aren’t we? Twenty-four hours until Mother’s Day…..

Mother’s Day morning, Mom and Dad headed to the grocery store, and I wrapped the smaller of two gifts — one of those retractable lawn watering hoses. Didn’t come in a box, and it was really awkward to wrap to say the least. Why did I buy her a watering hose for the yard? Well, the backyard was remodeled earlier this year, taking away the grass, large tree, and replacing it with drought tolerant plants, trees, and shrubs with rock garden in between. It’s very pretty, but harder for her to water because the individual plants, etc., have to be watered by hand. Hence, the gift of the retractable hose.

After their return from the store, and groceries were put away, Dad retired to the garage to wrap the BIG GIFT.

The dinner prepared and cooked by Dad, was cashew chicken, white rice, and Italian squash.

With the table cleared, it was time….Mom opened her card that I designed for her on the computer and opened the first of her two gifts. Getting the hose made her laugh, and she appreciated it.

I told Dad that there was a second gift in the garage that he would have to retrieve. He played dumb really well. LOL!  Mom didn’t have a clue. My plan has worked like clockwork. It wasn’t until she opened the box that she realized what I had done and what she now owned. Mission accomplished! I relayed the story of speaking to the artist on the phone when I placed the order and I think that surprised her even more than the gift itself. As a side note, their anniversary is next week (55 years), and I plan to pay for the framing of the artwork.

All in all, Mother’s Day 2015, was a complete success, and I believe it will probably go down as the most memorable one we’ve shared together.

My Thank You Gift To My Readers

Dear Readers, Followers, and Friends —

On this day of my 54th birthday, I celebrate by thanking you for reading my blog, your comments, and the friendships that I have made since I decided to join the world of blogging on December 20th, 2014. When I shared this idea with you I said that I would write a short story with the sentences and ideas that you sent my way.

As I wrote tonight, I realized that what I have written is not a short story (yes, it’s approximately 250 words), but it grew to have a life of its own, and just might turn itself into a much longer work. Dare I say, that these opening paragraphs are the beginning of that journey I spoke of, of actually writing my first novel? Tell me what you think so far…..don’t be shy! I want feedback. No, scratch that, I NEED feedback! Just so you know, it has no title as of yet. Need to see where I’m headed….So…..are you ready?  Here it comes!

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He had agonized over by which direction to leave the courtyard of the town square, circling away from the bonfire again. He couldn’t bear to catch her eye because if he did, all the courage he had mustered to leave would be gone. He was leaving his lady love knowing full well that without even the slightest of an explanation, he had broken her heart. He only hoped that she would never discover why he had left. The further he walked, his cowboy boots felt like two cement blocks, and the less he could smell the burning bonfire mixed with the sweet smell of her intoxicating perfume. The faintest of its fragrance still on the palm of his hand where he had gently touched her cheek wet with her tears. His pace slowed, remembering her last words to him.

He remembered her looking at him lovingly. “Surprise me,” she said.

He had told her he’d return one day and that when he did they would never be apart again.

I glance at Sharon, who is sitting to my left, and who hasn’t said a word. Surely she knows I’m upset. Has he sworn her to secrecy? I’m stunned that she, the woman I have trusted since we were children with my deepest secrets, hasn’t even made an effort to comfort me.

The bonfire has been doused, so all that is left is return to her cabin and pray that her beloved cowboy would return to her side as he had promised.

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