I was home at my parents’ house just for one night, but in my old bedroom where I was staying the night, I found a handful of fallen flowers sitting in this lovely blue bowl:


The fragrance was still in the blooms, and I felt incredibly touched by this simple but deeply precious gesture. I ran downstairs to thank my mum, planting a big kiss on her cheek.

She smiled happily. It kind of squeezed my heart a bit to face up to the fact that she is already 82.

“Thank you for the flowers,” I said emotionally. ‘I know I’m always home with you.”

“Oh no, darling, it wasn’t me. It was your father who picked those flowers for your room. I can’t bend down these days.”

I had tears welling up in my eyes.  I am moved beyond words by the glory of love through the ages. iI bears evidence to my favourite saying, “Love is not an emotion.  It is  a lifetime construction.” And more often than not, we find love at home rather than in imaginary outside fantasies.