These flowers make me incredibly happy. They were chosen and bought as a surprise for me by my Gorgeous little girl. Every Saturday we do the weekly shop. And every week I forget something from my list, either accidentially or on purpose. Why on purpose? Well, so I can send out the husbnd and Gorgeous Girl on Sunday morning to go and get it for me, whilst I cook Sunday lunch.
When I was a little girl, my Dad worked hard. He had a wife and four children to look after, was self employed, and had to work hard for his money (still does actually, he hasn't yet retired). This meant he'd work most weekends too. Sometimes, if he had a rare Saturday off, we'd walk into town together, and he'd maybe buy me a book, or perhaps some sweeties on the way home. I remember it so clearly, because it was unusual to have time alone with my Dad.
I want my little girl to be able to blog thirty something years from now about her childhood memories. It could start with '.. when I was a little girl, my Mum would ALWAYS forget something during the weekly shop, so my Dad and I would pop out on a Sunday morning while she was cooking lunch to buy it. I loved doing this, it meant I'd get a magazine and a toy, and we'd get whatever it was that Mum needed ..'
Little will she realise that I set it up so she would get a bit of extra time with her Daddy. Something I hope will become a fond and happy memory. She'll have a squillion memories of time we share as she's always with me, I want her to have just as many of time with Daddy.
Looking at the flowers she bought today makes my heart burst with pride. She was out with her Daddy (something she loves), and yet she still found time to think of me. She knows I love flowers.
The husband says that when they walked past the flowers in the supermarket, she stopped and said 'shall we get some for mummy?' then chose them all by herself.
And I love that she knocked on the front door when they returned home so I had to open it and find her standing on the other side, smiling broadly and thrusting the flowers into my face. So sweet.
It touched my heart, it's a memory I shall never forget.
I split the flowers into several jam jars, so I could dot them around the house. I used some of them on the table at tea time too.
Cooking a roast lunch and baking cakes on a Sunday is something else I'm trying to make as a tradition for us too. The smell of food cooking at the weekends is a wonderful memory to have.Little One loves to help with the baking, so I get her to slather on the jam thickly, then shake as much icing sugar as she can on top of the cake.
My cakes are never perfect to look at, often weigh as much as a brick, but they always taste good.
I'm going to try to gloss over the fact that I left a massive thumb print in the icing sugar on the top when slicing the cake! Classy!!!!