“Hello, Laura? You have a delivery at the reception desk.” I got the voicemail just after I returned from picking up my t-shirt and bib for Saturday’s run…I am running for the American Family Team, which was a handy way to have my race packet delivered to me at work, instead of having to go and pick it up myself. I deleted the message, knowing I had just picked up what had been delivered.
The receptionist called again, and I inquired if this was regarding the t-shirt I just picked up, and she replied, “NO! IT’S THE MOST BEAUTIFUL ORCHID!” I think I sprinted all the way downstairs. I knew it wouldn’t be from Nick—not that Nick isn’t the best sort of man who buys me flowers, because he is…he just likes to give them in person. The plant is really tall, and it was awkward bringing it back up to my desk. I opened the card quickly, knowing it had to be someone who’s known me a long, long time because the name scribbled across the envelope was Laura Kittleson Phillips.
And sure enough, the nicest card with the sweetest note was from none other than the Gehrke Family, the family my father knew as neighbors while growing up, and the family that lost one of theirs to liver cancer mere months after my family lost Mom. Geraldine wrote that she’s wanted to get me an orchid for a long time and that she hopes it blooms for a long time to come…that she and the entire family love me.
It was such and out-of-the blue gift that I’ll admit I teared up instantly and the emotion clogged at the bottom of my throat. The instruction sheet says it is one of the easiest to maintain orchids, and it blooms twice a year, with blossoms lasting 2-4 months. It’s beautiful, it truly is. Between the weak light last night and this morning, I haven’t been able to get a picture that does it justice…so, I edited one of the poorly tinted shots in Photoshop (above).
I am just so touched, and I’ve been working on drafts for my thank you note…finding the words that express how truly lovely the gift made me feel. If you, in your daily lives, have a thought of someone cross your mind, perhaps someone you don’t talk with all that often, don’t see all that often, send a trinket or even a note. It will make their day.