Happy Mother’s Day, single moms!

It has been a lovely day, grey skies and all. The KoE and I are busy doing housework and a little bit of detective work.

You see, someone apparently was in a desperate fix for Mother’s Day flowers, and helped him- or herself to the ones left at my gate yesterday. Thankfully, a neighbor stopped by to ask if I’d gotten the flowers he’d seen there… and beat his breast in sadness that he hadn’t thought to stop and put them somewhere safer than right on the street where anyone could steal them.

Which, apparently, someone did.

I’m so grateful that someone saw the flowers and could tell me I got some. Wish he’d been a little more inquisitive, though, and read the INSIDE of the card. I have no idea who sent them to me, and though my suspicions run to friends like Fannfare and Mme. Meow, who would do such things for this single mom, there are other possibilities out there.

Which, in its own way, is a wonderful gift for Mother’s Day. Someone loves me enough to think of me today. And I get to imagine who it is. So thank you, all of you, for being here with me through this transformation into a happy, single mother of a happy, single son. We couldn’t have done it without you.

And to the person who stole the flowers? You’re welcome to them–only next time, be considerate and throw the card back into my front gate, so I can thank the person who bought you flowers?

Thanks.