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.