My family is not known for being timely.
As a matter of fact, we're downright late when it comes to celebrating holidays and special occasions other than Christmas. And sometimes we're even bad about Christmas. Oh, we try to get and give gifts ON the day itself, but it just doesn't always work out that way.
For instance, there was one time I remember handing Cutie's father his birthday present about three months after the fact. I hadn't forgotten, mind you. I could NEVER forget. I just didn't get around to actually handing him the gift until a little later.
OK, a LOT later. But he knew he was loved, and still does today.
However, we still have a Christmas gift or two to get to one of his siblings. And he knows he is loved as well. At least I hope he does, because at this rate it will be next Christmas before he gets last Christmas' gift.
This past week Eldest and his wife went out of town to Seattle for a small vacation. They hired The Girl to come over and feed Alex the Psycho Cat while they were gone, and as she was working, Hubster ended up doing the job for her. When he came home the first day he brought an envelope in with my name on it. Inside was a card wishing me a Happy Mother's Day, and inside the card was this:
Tomorrow morning is already looking brighter. I couldn't be happier.
All I need now is a pedicure to go with my coffee. And I'll get one...right after I finish Christmas shopping.