FOR SEVERAL HOURS, the mystery remained a mystery.
But I was determined to solve it—to learn the identity of the individual who sent me a dozen boxed roses and a sampler of chocolates, without a note.
I could have simply called the San Diego-based world-wide floral company listed on the return address label. But why opt for the easiest solution? I would play sleuth.
First I phoned a Minnesota floral shop and then sent two text messages before crossing my husband, floral designer sister and my oldest daughter’s boyfriend (because he is one of the few Californians I know) off the list.
Next I texted my other daughter who lives in eastern Wisconsin. She was working and couldn’t respond. I didn’t suspect her anyway given she is a recent college grad paying off student loans.
Finally, I had run out of ideas and phoned the San Diego floral company.
“We must have forgotten to put the note in the envelope,” the kindly woman on the other end of the line said.
After giving her the order number, the nice lady told me she couldn’t identify the sender, but she could share the missing message. I listened as she read an endearing Mother’s Day message from…the daughter in Wisconsin.
Thank you, Miranda, for the lovely, surprise gift. It’s the first time I’ve received a dozen roses. Ever.
They’re beautiful, just like you, my dear, sweet, precious daughter.
© Copyright 2012 Audrey Kletscher Helbling