A Very Special Delivery

A Very Special Delivery. I have always enjoyed Mother’s Day. When my son was young his grandpa and he would take off to buy presents for mom and me. It was a special time for me, watching Levi’s eyes light up as he gave me my gift and to hear “Happy Mother’s Day, mommy!” I raised my son as a single parent when my husband died suddenly from his disease. Even though it was hard to raise my son, I wouldn’t trade the memories that we made together for anything. I taught my son to be a man of his word. Sometimes Levi had to learn tough lessons, like not making “double plans.” If he made plans with his grandpa, he couldn’t take off with a friend. Every teen wants to spend all of their time with their friends, but I felt it was important to teach him family comes first. I remember one Mother’s Day; I was working at the hotel. I was getting ready to start my day. I looked down the hallway and saw a young man coming toward me with a dozen roses in his hand. I remember thinking “wow, someone sure is lucky, I wish it was me!” well as the young man came closer to me, my son popped out from behind the flowers, and wished me a Happy Mother’s Day. I was so surprised that he spent his own, hard-earned money on his mother. That was six years ago. Since then, my son passed away, in a tragic car accident. I cherish this very special memory, of a very special delivery.