Out of sight,out of mind-Nope!

Midnight chat with the birthday girl,Anna, check. Assignment check-ish, to be completed during holier hours. A few plans on what the next day would look like and then  Linda hit the sack.

The next morning she decided not to attend one of the optional classes she had signed up for, to concentrate on her other modules. Staying at the residence often provided on and off distractions like imaginary hunger, loud music and conversations from neighbouring rooms but on a quiet day, it was as good as the library (with a bed)

Afternoon came and just after she had settled down for the next session, Linda heard a knock at her door. It was quite loud and she wondered who could be on the other side. Lo and behold, in front of her stood a tall handsome gentleman and he came bearing gifts! She looked down and noticed he was carrying flowers. Surely this was a mistake, who in the world would be sending her flowers at her doorstep in her little haven away from everything. He confirmed that they were indeed hers and the little card checked out with the exact name and address. When she finally got over her initial shock, she eagerly opened up the card. “Thinking of you as we celebrate my birthday :)” was the lone statement that stood proud on the cream coloured card. Whaaatt?! She had to hold back tears as she hastily dialled Anna’s number. Anna’s first question was “Has the boda guy arrived?” A few weeks earlier she’d asked for Linda’s address under the pretext of sending a ‘boda guy’ to visit. They had a conversation that was mainly filled with ooohhs and ahhhs and so many questions. Needless to say, Linda’s day had been made, probably her month too.

Flower station

Flower station

Now, whom to share the good news with. She looked around and the empty room suggested she’d have to hold that thought. She decided whoever would ask “How are you?” would be bombarded with “I am fantastic, I received flowers today.” ‘Too much?,’ she wondered. Jeff would be the first victim . When he returned from class, he inquired why she had not attended. She explained her reasons and then skillfully wove her surprise into the tale.

Jeff: No wonder you didn’t want to ruin your day with class. Valentine’s came early?

Linda: No, it was my friend’s way of keeping me involved in the birthday celebrations across the miles.

Jeff: Huh? Not your birthday, not valentines? Friend’s birthday and they send you flowers for kicks?

Linda: Now you understand I am not being childish when I tell you I miss home? I have amazing people in my life who bring out the best in me.

Jeff: Evidently. Can I be your friend?

Linda: *Laughs* Send an application for vetting.

Luckily for her, Grace also dropped by to visit and she got to share with someone who ‘understands’ as they gushed about how beautiful the flowers were, not to mention the gesture. Win.

This thoughtfulness says a lot about Anna, someone who would go the extra mile to make another feel special on a day when she should be the one receiving all the love and attention. The whole exercise can’t have been easy and yet she did it so effortlessly. Don’t you just feel a sudden surge of warmth in your heart? I know, I do.

Allow me to steal Linda’s moment for a bit as I try to add some ‘notes’ to this beautiful melody. I remember a couple of years ago when I did something for mum’s birthday and she shared her joy excitedly with a relative. The relative wasn’t as enthusiastic as she hoped. Her response was “But Esther can exaggerate her love.” When mum told me, I wasn’t offended at all, I took it as a compliment. Why not exaggerate my love towards she that taught me to love?!
I guess you can see where I am going with this, yes?

Go forth and exaggerate your love! I mean, we have only one life to live, why not spend it loving?

P.s: I hadn’t even thought of this valentine’s day train at all but if anyone asks, I am living my life vicariously through Linda;we must ‘tie’ on good things!

Love away!

Xx

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