I raised two sons - an architect and a writer. They couldn't be more different and I couldn't love or be more proud of each of them - celebrating their differences. The entire of herd of boys (grandson and two almost grandsons included) are coming over on Sunday to have a picnic and celebrate Mother's Day. I wasn't expecting any delivery today. But there was this box of flowers on my front porch. It never even crossed my mind that is could be from one of my sons - I'm a little slow sometimes.
The architect, Michael, got a pretty hefty promotion this year. Did I say I was proud of him? He is now in charge of architects, structural engineers and electrical engineers (can never say that without thinking of Archie Bunker) for his firm in Indianapolis, IN. He designs pharmaceutical plants. His wife handles holidays and presents - always. But my son sent me these this year. Himself!
So after I finished crying I knew what my shot for today would be. But I couldn't just take a photo of a vase of flowers. I had to try the vanishing background thing. I keep saying I am going to buy some material - but today I had to raid my closet for something to use and build up a box to drape it on and Voila! The Mother's Day Roses.
I cannot write about today without at least telling you about my youngest son the writer. He finally realized that writing might not feed him. So he went back to school at the ripe old age of 30 and finished his undergrad degree. He is currently working on his Masters at NKU and tutoring mostly foreign students in writing. He will also be teaching an English 101 class this Fall. He continues to write the Great American Novel and, most importantly, he is happy.