It's not very often that the father of your former foster child shows up on your doorstep with flowers, but when I opened my front door on Mother's Day that is exactly what I saw.
Sunday nights are my usual "start nights" when it comes to keeping Monkey while his daddy is at work, so I was definitely expecting him... Flowers, on the other hand, not so much. :-) I shouldn't have been surprised though. Monkey's dad is a very polite, very respectful, very thoughtful guy. The flowers and the "Thank you for being a mother to Monkey" were just the icing on my already awesome Mother's Day weekend "cake."