Much to my surprise, flowers were delivered to our doorstep this morning.
The card read "To Deb from Michael".
I looked at my husband and asked "Are these from you?" because quite honestly I figured he owed me an apology for his ommision Thursday night (a story to be shared soon).
Mike tried to assure me they weren't from him. Admittedly there are a few Michaels in our life.
He said they were from my brother Michael.
In all my years, I've never received flowers from my brother.
I silently grinned. What a thoughtful gesture.
(Hand raised) and yes - I did go on-line and check our credit card account
because I really didn't believe my husband.
I even texted my sister and asked if she had received anything from our little brother.
She did! And soon after I learned our Mom got flowers too.
If he were 13 and not 43 I'd wonder if he were up to something.
I've always known he has a soft side.
I love how he stays in touch with his nieces and nephews.
I love how he helped them with book money when they were in school.
I love how he wanted to stay with Matt and Brit when he visited this summer for the wedding.
I love that he sent us flowers!
Merry Christmas little brother.
I love you.
