We were rushing to leave the City for an appointment with a real estate agent. In our preoccupation with our changing lives, neither of us remembered the significance of the day's date.
Tall Husband was the first to see it: one perfect, tall white lily in the garden outside our door. As you know, this plant has a history of yielding one flower a year, and only on the anniversary of the death of Tall Husband's mother, Taddie.
"It's her birthday," I said. Tall Husband quietly helped me select a vase for the lily and as I put the flower in a vase, we thanked Taddie for the reminder and wished her happy birthday. We went about our day with the feeling she was there with us.
Tall Husband was the first to see it: one perfect, tall white lily in the garden outside our door. As you know, this plant has a history of yielding one flower a year, and only on the anniversary of the death of Tall Husband's mother, Taddie.
"It's her birthday," I said. Tall Husband quietly helped me select a vase for the lily and as I put the flower in a vase, we thanked Taddie for the reminder and wished her happy birthday. We went about our day with the feeling she was there with us.
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