So I sat down to do another favourite thing of mine (blogging ah yes, how do I love thee! counting the ways shall burst forth another time...) and I felt like a bit of an empty vessel, having no idea what to write.
Then out of the corner of my eye, I saw movement. I looked up from my keyboard and out of the window - and there was a woman standing there with these...
...and I smiled and cried all at the same time.
It made me think of all the cards and birthday wishes (including the glittery Happy Birthday sprinkles that threatened to fall out of one envelope) and the pretty-to-look-at and completely scrumptious birthday cake that accompanied yesterday's singing in the office.
It's not my birthday yet (only two sleeps to go...where did the time go?) and already I feel a very lucky girl.
Thanks Mum (and Alan)...the flowers arrived just when I needed them.