A little over a month ago, my mom and I planted some flowers - the most meaningful being the morning glories because they reminded us of my grandma (her mother), who passed away a few years ago. My grandma had a porch canopied with morning glories, and it was her favorite spot to sit (as well as mine. It was very peaceful to relax on her bench and read a book, covered with the shade of the morning glories).
Anyway, we planted them kind of late in the season, and everything is starting to die out due to fall coming so we didn’t really expect them to bloom this year at all. But this morning my mom woke me to inform that one single morning glory had bloomed. I took a few pictures, and we were happy about it, but we didn’t really think much of it.
Today happens to be my mother’s birthday. Earlier, my mom was crying to me about missing her mom most on her birthday, and that she kept looking at the phone, waiting for her mom to call and sing a song (like she always had years prior) and wish her a happy birthday.
Then, all of a sudden, my mom went quiet and looked at me with the most heartwarming smile and said, “The morning glory…” and then she started crying again, but for happier reasons. It seems my grandma said happy birthday to my mom, after all.