Nothing about the year 2020 has been normal as Covid-19 attempts to rip the very fabric of our lives. Work is different. School is different. Even a trip to the grocery store is greatly different than before. One thing that is consistent is the calendar. Spring still came March 20th. Summer still came June 20th. Mother’s Day still came the second Sunday of May. Father’s Day still came second week of August. Hold up!!
Let me elaborate a little bit. See, in the Flowers’ home, Father’s Day may or may not come depending upon the year. Mother’s Day is consistent, but come on…. You know it’s different for Dad! You couldn’t test this in 2020, but during any other year take a ride by any restaurant on Mother’s Day and tell me what you see. Then do the same for Father’s Day. It doesn’t take a genius to see the apparent difference, does it?
It’s possibly my fault though. Each year I say that I don’t need anything and it’s a lie. Who doesn’t want a gift from the wife and kids? Apparently my wife puts value to my words. At least this is what I thought.
I woke up on Father’s Day to little fuss. I didn’t expect a band to march down the street in front of my house, but just a little more. We all sat down as a family for breakfast and church over the phone like we’ve done since the pandemic. During this time, I’m thinking I’ll get something afterwards. Alright, benediction! I know it has to be showtime now! Right? Wrong.
Being somewhat of a spoiled brat, I eventually made an inquiry with the claims department. The receptionist, Topeka Flowers, answered stating that it hasn’t been delivered. I thought to myself, “What a relief!” and got excited all over again. Surely I can wait a few days.
Could I wait weeks though? How about months? I gave up and decided to write it off as one huge lie. Nothing was coming until it did! Last week a weird, beat-up, pick-up truck designated as a postal delivery vehicle pulled into my driveway. There was junk mail, a package I was ordered myself, and another package with Topeka’s name all banded together with a rubber band.
Topeka tells me the box on top is my father’s day gift. Well, it’s almost Christmas now, but who cares? I had no idea what it could be. I imaged that it was a replacement battery for my drone. It was sized right. I open the box and find a very unique looking watch. I’m a sucker for watches.
I remove it from the package to admire it. I have several watches with various finishings. None were like this though. Very lightweight and wooden too. Sweet! Never thinking to look at the back, she told me to do so. Hmm.
As I read those powerful words my allergies started acting up. My eyes started to water. What just happened here? This woman does love me! Time did tell.