The POWER of bigger flowers

Its Wednesday morning and Macie is not even a full day old. The hospital breakfast is very boring. Kalinda sends me out to get her some Booster Juice. Being the superman that I am, I go and get her what she needs. As I am coming back into the hospital with her pineapple freeze, I follow a woman with flowers up to the maternity wing. Here I am holding only a simple shake, and NO flowers, what a great dad! I felt pretty bad. So later that day when I got sent to get some lunch to supplement the flavorless, conglomeration they call food, I remember the need for some colorful pick-me-ups that women need when they are in the hospital. So a quick stop at the local flower shop and a consult with Sister Paige, and $50.00 later, I walk out with a slightly less than humble bouquet of flowers and pine leaves with one little orniment of a random wooden dutch figurine. Hey it came with the arraignment. Kalinda was happy and thankful for the flowers. Those flowers did not even reach the window sill when a knock came at the door. A nurse came in with a package that covered her entire upper torso. More Flowers. Monster Flowers. Almost an entire shop of flowers. I was out done even before I could be praised. The oohs and awws could be heard through out the maternity wing. Who would have the audacity to send such and abomination to our room!!!! Purples and greens,pinks and whites. The smell of them made me sick. Discovering a card, I grabbed and looked at the message. It was my work. At least it was not a rival. However they did not need to go that colossal. I guess it is not the end of the world , but it just goes to show that no matter how good you think you did, there is always someone who can do it better. My Flowers (notice the dutch figure center right) Devon Flowers