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I’m not really a thoughtful person but many people are. One such person is Carol, my babysitter/housekeeper/laundry person/caretaker/surrogate grandmother who has been with us since Andie was born in 1991.
Anyways, yesterday I walked into the house and Carol was there doing the laundry. As you may recall, I’m NOT allowed to do laundry on account of Kevin being persnickety about the way I fold clothes (poorly) and put them away (even worse) and basically I don’t do laundry.
So I walked into the house and Carol said, “let me show you something” and we went into the kitchen and Carol had put a flower stem into one of the many beer bottles sitting on our windowsill.
(That’s an entirely different story. I had intended on making glasses out of them but somehow I haven’t gotten around to it yet so there’s quite a collection on the window sill behind the kitchen sink)
She told me that it was a gardenia and it wasn’t just ANY gardenia. Apparently I received a Gardenia back in 1997 when my mother died. I gave it to Carol because basically, I kill everything (and no, I did NOT kill my mom. Cancer did that!)
Carol went home in 1997 and planted the flower and now it’s still in her yard and apparently it’s huge. So this gardenia was the same one that I gave to her after my mom died.
Isn’t that incredible? First I was touched that she kept it and nurtured it but then she brought me a flower that reminded me of my mom.
That’s why Carol is the best.
Makes me wonder if I should be more thoughtful??? NAH
That would never work