So a couple of days ago Jake and I have this HUGE blowout fight. The kind of fight that you wonder if you should call a lawyer. The results were one of us sleeping on the couch and no communication all night and into the morning. It was the kind of fight that made me so sick to my stomach I couldn't eat breakfast.
I go through the whole day mad and weepy. I can't focus on teaching and all I want to do is go to Jake's school and talk about it.
About 2:00 my co-worker comes in carrying a vase with tulips in it. A HUGE smile on her face (because she has heard the whole story many times throughout the day). Her exact words are "I hope these make you cry." My whole class is silent. Mrs. P is getting flowers? Make her cry? What can all this mean?
I read the card, I cry, all is forgiven. I can't even tell you why we were fighting. Jake is the hero I am his queen. Life is good.
Flowers make everything better.
