About year ago I went to pick up my daughter at a sleepover (why does anyone use that term? We know they dont sleep) party at a friend's from school. The mom, who I did not know well, asked me in for coffee.
You know how kids love it when they want more time together and they see you chatting? They tell each other - this could go on forever- my mom excells at chatting.
We sat in her lovely backyard and got to know each other. By her pool was an explosion of pink peonies. Not just any pink- but "nancy pink" (the colour my artists named after me in the art studio because of my love of it). I commented on them and she handed me an enormous bouquet at the door.
Loot bag for mom.
Yesterday- a full year later, I find this lovely woman at my door with a bouquet of these same flowers in a vase.
"I thought of you when these bloomed"
When you see how these gestures make you feel you want to spend all your days doing just this kind of thing for others.