When I was young, at Mother’s Day, my father used to take my brother and me out in the early morning, to gather Lily’s of the Valley. We placed them on a serving tray, next to the breakfast for my mother at Mother’s Day.
Yesterday, my son gathered Lily’s of the Valley for me. A small, delicate bouquet of lovely fragrant flowers is on my table. For Mother’s Day.
Some traditions will always be special.
Just no words 