By STEPHANIE WAKEFIELD
A girlfriend of mine recently gave birth to a gorgeous girl.
She had a c-section and given this, I allowed for a grace period of 5 days before I went to admire her new bundle of joy.
En-route to her house I stopped at my local grocery store where Luigi helped me fill a large cardboard box with fruit, vegetables and nuts.
Upon arrival, I knocked on the door and was let in by the newly appointed ‘Grandma’.
I was faced with an amazing sight – a mini florist.
There were flowers on the coffee table, flowers on the dining table, flowers on the stairs, flowers on the dogs bed… you name it – there were flowers sitting on it.
Moving a bunch of lilies to the side, I squeezed my giant box of goodies onto the table.
As my friend gingerly rose from the couch, her face filled with absolute pleasure at the sight of this cardboard box.
After gracing her with a hug and kiss, she took me by the shoulders and looked me deep in the eyes – she said with full sincerity “thank you so much for not bringing flowers”.
She looked exhausted, joyous and starving… yes, such a combination of emotions does exist.
As she riffled through the food, she was amazed.
“This is honestly the best idea. Why didn’t anyone else think of this? If I get one more bunch of flowers I swear…”.
Her voice was lost somewhere between the capsicums and avocados.