The oldest kid in church
My mother greeted me on Mother’s Day with a huge smile. “Thank you for the flowers,” she said. I’d just arrived to take her to lunch and had my gift in hand. I had not sent her flowers. “What flowers, mom? I didn’t get you flowers this year.” She pointed to a corsage on her lapel. “These flowers. They’re because of you.” Mom seemed … Continue reading The oldest kid in church